Dracula Blood Oranges Novels & Stories

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.

I picked up my sidearm. He shook his head and sighed, eyeing Drak then looked at us. “It’s fine, Drak. I’m just picking up my knife. I want to show you the color of my blood. If someone is created by black magic or infected by demons. The blood color is almost black. Okay? Let me show you.” “Slowly,” Ryden said. “While we’re here wasting time, Ren doesn’t have much to stay alive.” He showed us his knife and ran the blade against the skin on his arm.

The hybrid would need to suck on blood and feed for him to regain his strength, and Drake was an easy target. “Clubs are open for all, wolves, vampires, and witches, or do you have a sign that says otherwise, because I don’t recall seeing one.” He said, glaring at me. Elena handed him a bottle of water and another closed black bottle. He raised an eyebrow at her and she nodded.

Caius cast a disgusted glance at Scarlet, shook his head at her reprovingly, and then took a step backward and gave Donovan a terse nod. And then Donovan clamped his teeth down into Lucas’s neck and latched onto it. Lucas screamed, writhing in pain, while the eager vampire tightened his grip around the young man’s body and sucked his blood with hungry fervor and a garish symphony of slurping, sucking, and squelching sounds. Scarlet’s slack-jawed countenance was a portrait of horror as she watched, shocked mute and frozen in place.

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.

She thought that a Thaumaturge only flows in the blood of the two legendary vampire and werewolf—Dracula and Alexander Corvinus respectively. Downstairs, Cyrill and Rozelyn seem to just glare at one another. The ajar door had allowed the September breeze to enter the interiors of their abode. To be truthful, he hasn’t gotten over the incident at his orchestra event, caused by the person in front of him. In fact, his outfit still bears the Victoria’s Secret perfume that Henriz gifted to him last summer. It was Rozelyn who decided to shut the door. Cyrill’s gaze didn’t yield when his adoptive mom’s step daughter returned to the place where they were standing.

However, Dr Tallon also knew that he couldn’t do his normal test of taking her blood straight from her vein with his fangs, or he would end up on the floor just like the nurse. Knowing that it was the fastest way, Dr Tallon grabbed a small vial, extended one of his claws, and made a small cut in her wrist, allowing her blood to well on her skin before slipping and filling the vial. The small cut closes and heals quickly as the amulet pulses red once and then settles again. Dr Tallon lifts the vial of blood to his nose and takes a deep breath before lowering it slightly to his lips, where he tips it up and allows the blood to slip into his mouth. Kryon watches, his vampire still very much nea

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 doctor ran her eyes around the lab looking for someone to help her, and huffed. -When I don't need help, there's a lot of people around me, bothering me, and now, when I really need there's no one -she grumbled as she stood up and went to the 'cooler'-a kind of refrigerator specific to store blood- and took a vial of human blood, another one with vampire blood, another one with wolf blood and another one with blood altered by the drug DroPaCem and took them with her to the microscope.

Between the love he gave to Romeo and the love Romeo had for the mutt, the mutt had won. Orpheus pours himself a new drink. After pouring the blood into his glass, which only the great vampire experts could make taste that good, like an exquisite drink, he asks: - Do you want something to drink? I have the drink that father loves. - Yes, pour me a full glass. I need something to distract me for a few seconds. “After drinking this, you won’t need to be distracted for long. You just have to leave my room and go die away from me.”