Dracula Blood Oranges Novels & Stories

“Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned," Red-orange? I seem to have seen red-orange eyes. Aha! Brian! I saw his eyes turn red-orange for a moment. But, maybe he's not a vampire, right? He's just human like me. It's impossible that he's a vampire because I know he doesn't believe in vampires.

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.

“they are getting ready for the full moon festival. You.. and you’re not ready yet...” “Darius what fruit do you like more? Apples or oranges?” The young blond vampires seem even more confused by this question. “I like coconuts... they grow everywhere, they are tasty and they have fresh water inside. It’s refreshing. It’s the only thing can actually drink except blood even though I end up puking it out too. it’s an enjoyable thing,” Nicolai glanced at him with a dull stare. “Apples or oranges.” “I have not tried either of them. But I guess apples.” He nodded towards them.

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

setting her to her feet gently and fixing my pants Faster then one could blink before Following the scream. Seeing a male with long brown hair drinking from a women .only to turn his eyes filled with blood lust and he lunged at me. Which I didn't bother trying to counter seeming as he need my blood to reverse the affects making him completely unkillable. In no time he pulled back throwing the little blood he drink from me then more crimson fluid until it became violet. I watched. Freaked out non my siblings turned an immortal vampire. Back to a normal one. It was gross he vomited all the blood in his system including Rosas.

It was clear her status hadn’t changed one iota. When a female vampire gives birth it is not uncommon for her to bleed excessively; much more than a female human. If the bleeding is not stopped quickly, the vampiress could literally drain of all blood and die. Traditionally, Yolanda would heal the vampire with her touch and her blood, but Dragomir had seen to it that Yolanda’s blood wasn’t adequate. It was tainted by Osip, a new vampire who was originally made by Wadim, the king of the mutants. Even though Dragomir had cleansed Osip when he arrived at Dracula’s castle, it would take the better part of a century before he was fully free of Wadim’s DNA. Dragomir knew this when he had Osip he

The moment the door opened, everyone in the living room instinctively covered their noses and mouths. Even Mom, who was always so domineering, gagged at the smell. Dad froze in the doorway. He stood frozen in place like a statue. I followed his line of sight and saw myself curled up on the floor. Between the drugs and alcohol, combined with the summer heat, my body had swollen and turned black beyond recognition. The pool of dried blood at the corner of my mouth split my face in two. There was still something tightly wedged inside my fist.

Her body held enough meat on her bones to still produce the amount of blood that could be collected daily from her. Vampires didn't need much blood, yet they acted as if they did. They pretended that they could drain the life out of a person, but that was a farce. They would end up throwing up most of it if they even dared try. My dragon heaved in my chest, pounding against my heart to be let out. He was so much pain, and I couldn't understand why. Odessa was a human we have found at the base of a tree; it didn't' matter that we felt drawn to her; our own eyes could see she was scared and bruised like we were so long ago.

I walked out of the room. Later I was feeling hungry so, I called in one of the maids and ordered to get me a drink. If it wasn't for that filthy human I would have satisfied myself to the fullest, to refreshing fresh blood. Fortunately one of the maids appointed recently was half human. Even though it tasted sour it could help lessen the need to drink this stinky human dry. She offered her neck and let me sink my fangs. When she got limp I let her go and decided to roam around that is when I met Ryson, my friend who understand the pain I go through, at least he understands some of it.

Alicia stared intensely as he poured, watching over each drip like her life depended on it, simultaneously putting great effort into restraining herself from snatching the bottle. This was what "Blood Type 0" did to Vampires, it was like a drug but a "good drug". This blood type had a scent which brought out monstrosity in vampires and a celestial taste stronger than ancient wine. It wasn't easy for any vampire to keep their composures in its presence, if it was any regular vampire they would have started acting like drunks right from the scent, it took great efforts to remain sane with the blood type. It's a good thing that it was only sparingly available for the nobles.