Dracula Blood Novels & Stories

“Now!” They struck together — Killian’s shadows driving into the creature’s heart while Daryl’s blades cut deep into its glowing veins. For a moment, the snow lit up with both colors — red and blue — before the thing collapsed in a heap of stitched flesh. Killian stood over it, panting. “You’ve been carrying blood magic this whole time.” “Not just any blood magic,” Daryl said. His tone was different now — measured, careful. “That vial came from Varrow’s own reserves.”

Rows of medical equipment and cobwebs hung on the wall. A cold dread crept up my spine as I realized what Drako’s intentions were. “You see, Sarah, I need your blood,” he spoke behind me, pulling the chair up. “It's very special, you see. And with it, I'll be the most powerful werewolf in the realm. Your blood would serve a great purpose, just like your mother’s.” “No, no, no, no,” I cried, thrashing against the ropes. “Lucas will be searching for me. You can't get away with this.”

Dracula just snapped the douche's neck . " Should've kept his gaze down and his mouth shut " Dad spits . Vampires don't die from getting their neck snapped . They can only die from being burned alive or through a wooden stake to the heart . Perhaps I shouldn't have told you that .. Oops. Cray's minions don't dare make a scene and simple carry him away back to whatever tomb he came out of . Seems like someone needs some balls . Not spilling a single drop of blood for your master ? Seems kind of rude but well deserved considering it's Cray .

He stepped over to the console and said, “I found it, fucking freezing in there.” “Open the box, let’s feed so we can get going,” Rancid said. “It might be the two of us, I think Bohdan wants to stay.” “Fuck that,” Isaac said as he tore open the box. Inside the box were individual containers that resembled what you’d find in a soda machine all labeled with the same warning as on the larger box. When they served the vampires at lunch, they always poured the contents of the bottles into a Styrofoam cup and threw away the original container. None of the vampires had ever seen where the blood product came from, or the label. It was felt it was better if they didn’t know what the ingredients were

The place where fear had once lived and been replaced by something harder. “Interesting,” she murmured. She turned away at last, drifting toward the shelves carved into the stone walls. Her fingers brushed over objects older than memory—rings blackened with age, bones etched with runes, coins from fallen empires. She lifted a small vial filled with dark, sluggish liquid. “This,” she said, holding it up, “is the blood of a vampire who believed rage made him righteous.” She tilted the vial slightly. The liquid inside shifted unnaturally.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

“Do you not bleed red?” She beams, her crystal green eyes glittering. She stabs her thumb, and I gasp at the sight of blood so black, it could be tar. “Werewolves bleed black, Vampires bleed blue, Fae blood is ichor, Lycans…well, they don’t bleed. They have skin thicker than Adamantine. Though, if I were to take a wild guess—” “Vampires? Lycans?” My voice is faint, breathy. My gaze zeroes in on her finger and the wound that is now closed. “You’re a werewolf?”

Alexis asked again. Adrian nodded his head. "Yes. You could say that is one more another reason.” Adrian answered as he took the dark colored glass by his side, then drank it slowly. Alexis watched Adrian. She was even sure that the dark glass contained of a human blood. But Alexis would not comment on that things right now. Alexis took a glass of mineral water and drank it slowly. After a while, she put the glass back on the table. "That means Adrian, you are a special vampire." Alexis muttered with a small smile on her face.

Blood seeped through the fabric, warm against my shaking hands. I swallowed hard. “Okay. First step: stop bleeding. Second step: don’t panic. Third step: find magical vampire first-aid kit.” A drawer slid open with a loud shunk. I yelped. “BRENDA! That is NOT helping!” Inside the drawer sat a crystal bottle full of thick dark liquid. I stared. I blinked. I stared again. “…Is that blood?” The lights flickered once. Yes. “Is it vintage? Like… does blood expire?”

Dagon's Crib The man cut open a rabbit and let its blood drip into a bowl. He didn't stop until the rabbit's body was devoid of any blood. Then he dropped it aside and slit his palm open. His own blood dropped into the bowl and he mixed it together with a hunch of leaves. The door was suddenly kicked open and a group walked in, Drexa leading them. Before Dagon could cast a spell to hide him, some of Drexa's vampires held him down and dealt some blows to him.