Dracula Blood Oranges Novels & Stories

If he was paying attention to me, then it meant that he was getting affected. "How can I shut up when I know that deep down, you want me," I teased. Rylan had called it Blood Orange Scent. If I really had the taste of the Blood Orange like the triplets mentioned, then I could use it to help myself. Both vampires suddenly shot their gazes at me. Jackpot. I had found their weaknesses. "Why should Eryndor alone have access to my blood? Why shouldn't you all be able to get a taste? Even the triplets cannot resist the smell of my blood," I whispered.

Unfortunately, he could feel that if he held back any longer, he would be felled. “To think I would have to use this here,” Dracula thought silently as he retrieved a blood vial from his storage ring. Seeing the vial, Mane felt a strange attraction to it. He immediately knew what it was, his expression turning ugly at the sudden realisation. It was his own blood! “How did he get that?!” Alucard exclaimed, stunned by this information as well. Mane squinted in thought while staring at Alucard. “I really didn’t know that he had that, Young Master,” Alucard swiftly defended himself.

Jay closed his eyes, enjoying the smell of their mate. They stayed in each other's arms for a long time. Orlan slowly stretched his arms; he looked closely at Noura's very beautiful brown eyes. Orlan sometimes wonders what Noura's face will look like when her eyes are red. Vampires' eyes turn red when they are drinking human blood or craving human blood and when they use their powers. Noura frowned. Orlan's gaze was intense; she couldn't stand being stared at like that. She must have looked really red by now, like a boiled crab.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

he said enthusiastically. “Yum!” I squealed as I hopped up to fill a plate with the delicious smelling food. “Is there any orange juice?” I asked as I looked the sideboard over. “Vampires can’t eat oranges, so I doubt it,” Drake replied. “They don’t eat bacon either, but it’s being served,” I pointed out. “Very true, princess,” he chuckled. After satisfying myself that there would be no orange juice, I sat back down at the table and shamelessly dove into my breakfast. He smiled as he watched me devour my food like a ravenous street urchin.

The blood slid towards the edge but before any of it made it to her mouth, she lowered the cup again and groaned in frustration. "What now?" Mason, equally as frustrated, asked. "I can't see it, but I can still smell it." "Vampires are supposed to be attracted to the smell, why is this not working?" He wondered aloud. Harley cast her eyes downward, knowing that it was just as hard on him as it was on her. She didn't know the answer to his question. As a vampire, blood should have been a natural craving. Instead she was repulsed by it.

Her monstrous voice and angry tone was making all the vampires shiver in fear. Her nails grew longer and sharper. Her hair changed their colours. From strawberry blonde, her hair turned blood red. Her skin turned pale. Her fangs were longer and sharper than any vampire had ever had in the history of the vampires. Her lips turned red as if she might have drank blood from a host. Her eyes were black and her orbs were red as blood. Within the blink of an eye, Dabria reached the other corner of the pantry. She jerked her hands to get the blood off of her nails. Within a mere second, she killed about fifty of the vampires who were still alive. She stabbed one of the vampires with the immortal sla

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

Her beautiful eyes closed, and her curled eyelashes fluttered slightly as she covered Miren's eyes. Then, all of a sudden, there was a blinding light that flashed through the air, and the sharp knife pierced through Drake's heart. A river of fresh black blood began to flow, and within the glimmering darkness, there began to appear minuscule golden particles that were brimming with magic. A peculiar liquid began to emerge from Drake's body, and this liquid was the most valuable thing that a royal vampire could possess. Miren's hand became drenched in blood as it gushed out from the wound.

Orus's presence startles him as he is dumbfounded by his extensive power. "Mmmmm...ufufufufu, as I thought! Your blood has great potential. To feel so energized from drinking such a small amount, I'm impressed!!!" Orus rubs his neck, exclaiming with joy, "Sweet and addictive. Now I can see why that petty vampire can't let you go…" He glares at Edward who is returning a similar glance.