Dracula Blood Oranges Novels & Stories

She commands and Draluke nods. He immediately elongates his fangs, digging into Octavia neck, as he sucks for a short while, injecting his venom into her skin. He then rips off some flesh from his wrist, there by creating a wound which bleeds profusely and places his black blood in her mouth to complete the ritual. For the first time in a long while Octavia's finger twitches, she was back but not as Octavia but as Zebrina the vampire princess. #################

Fresh blood seeps into the tip of the tongue, then flows down the throat, sweet and warm, making it nostalgic. Oralie looked at the vampire, who seemed to be enjoying blood glasses, and she smiled happily. That smile wavered in the bottom of her eyes, condensed in those blue eyes, like the summer sun passing by, and was gentle like the scattered moonlight. She softly asked the bloodsucker sitting there: - Sir, would you like to drink more?

Lips pull down into frowns. Meanwhile, my stomach rolls. I feel unsettled. There’s something wrong, something fishy, but I can’t put my finger on it. Fear, worry… they try to nag at the back of mind. And I shove it away. Conversations pick up quickly. Everyone is confused about the whole ordeal. Some run to the windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of Alpha Eric and Lysandra. And soon, the whole kitchen is in an uproar, chores long forgotten. I have never met Lysandra, but rumors had it that she has Alpha blood, a Luna by birth. There were stories of her winning pack fights. And there were rumors that spoke about how cunning she was. “Snake” was the term used to describe her.

My heart raced wildly as I recalled the legends and myths surrounding vampires, their eyes turning black in the throes of bloodlust. My breath caught in my throat as I stumbled backward, my eyes never leaving Draco's advancing form. A sharp pain shot through my elbow as a thorn pricked my skin, drawing forth a small but significant drop of blood. The metallic scent filled the air, and I could feel Draco's craving intensify, his gaze fixed on the crimson droplets. Panic surged within me, knowing that the scent of my blood would only heighten Draco's craving. I needed to escape, to find safety before it was too late.

If I could just reach out and help him…. My first swipe missed, but my second made contact with his back leg. I clutched to it while his blood consumed my hand. Orlando thrashed about, narrowly missing me. His blood blanketed me as he dodged around me, my hand losing its grip on him. When he was facing me, his white eyes grew concerned. “Omen?” he breathed, nudging my face with his nose. The knives plunged into Orlando’s eyes before I could warn him. The blades sliced through his white irises, turning them a deep shade of red. Blood poured from them, like waves of tears, before they were torn from him.

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

A blood moon hovers in the night sky, an ominous sign that the manananggal is just lurking nearby. Legend says that when a moon like this appears in the sky, the bowels of the earth would open and release these menacing creatures from the deep. The manananggal according to mythology, is a half-bodied naked woman with the wings of a bat, razor-sharp teeth, and a 5-foot tongue that acts like suction to draw the blood out of the victim's body. The wing is so large that it spans at least 8 feet from tip to tip. To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood.

After that Edward immediately drove his car to Evelyn's house. Edward was right after Edward's car left. Diego, Jack, and Miller who were rebellious vampires came to the place, they were like drunk people when they smelled the holy blood. The three of them sniffed the remnants of Evelyn's blood that dripped on the ground. "Holy blood has been dripping, I have to get that blood immediately," Diego said pulling his fangs out, his irises turning blood red. "We have to seize the female owner. the holy blood from prince Edward" said Jack.

After serving as the food they must take blood tonics and feed on nourishing delicacies to replenish their strength and blood. A blonde maid came over to me and a redhead went towards Cass. They both took a knife and sliced their wrists. The pleasant smell of their blood filled my nostrils and soon took over my nervous system. Some drops of blood splattered on the floor and I could feel the beast from within begging to be unleashed. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my orbs turned darker at the immense hunger. Black veins reflected underneath my eyes and I sank my elongated fangs into the maid. The nourishing drink filled every part of my body and awoke me in a rejuvenating way. I coul

“What?” “Enjoying the drink? You sighed so loudly there for a second.” My eyes narrowed. “Yes? I didn’t realize how thirsty I was. I’m assuming it’s fresh fruit from the garden?” “Fresh raspberries, strawberries, blueberries and blood.” Gale answered who was sitting across from me. My eyes widened and I started to shake my head. “What? You’re…you’re joking, right?” Morgan burst out laughing. “No, Hector. Every single one at this table has some vampire in them.”