Dracula Blood Oranges Novels & Stories

one of the witches ask and Olivia smirk. "A dagger made from the blood of Dracula himself, the dagger is called the blood dagger. It's capable of killing Dracula himself," she said and the witches all started murmuring. "Silence," she thundered and they all kept shut. "The dagger is buried somewhere in this city, if we can find it we will wipe all sucker out," she said. A young witch by name Rosella started convulsing and her eyes turned white.

I mumble as I struggle to stay awake. “Time out, Jax is back!” The car screeches to a stop behind us and I hear the doors open and close. A jar of deep crimson is thrusted into my hands. The smell overwhelmingly enticing. “It’s deer blood, it was the best I could get without drawing attention.” “Let’s hope it works.” Daryl unscrews the lid and holds it to my lips. A single sip was all it took before I started guzzling it. The sweet metallic taste hitting every taste bud as it glided over my tongue and into my throat.

Blood remembers. You see, I am not making a vampire out of Dennise. I am revealing the one the centuries hid. Drăculești blood is like a bell beneath a lake; you can pretend you don’t hear it, but when a trained hand strikes the water, the sound climbs through your bones.

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo

"Come on. One last night before we throw ourselves into three consecutive suicide missions. Who's with me?" I expected Walter to shut him down. Expected Dracula to forbid it. Expected someone to be the responsible adult. Instead, Willow smiled. "Why the hell not? We've earned it." "The alcohol is in the east wine cellar," Dracula said, not even looking up from the maps. "Third shelf from the bottom. The vampire wine. Don't drink more than two glasses unless you want to hallucinate your own death." "Noted!" Brady was already heading for the door. "Brady," Dracula called after him. "That was a warning, not a suggestion."

“Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.

I started to poke Romy wanting to know what was up, and why is he growling as well, he just kissed my finger calming down right away from me. When we got to the restaurant, the valet opened the door for us and we all walked in, as two couples, we got seated on our table and then the waiter came in and asked if we want any drinks, I knew this restaurant, we always come to, it's one that serves the vampires, humans, and wolves. "We'd have three blood orange mimosa, and one mimosa," he says ordering the drinks for us, a blood orange, code word for real blood and champagne, no real orange involved in the mimosa.

Drake yells, pulling the creature to him and biting into his wrist, putting it to the man’s mouth. “Demetrius? The one we left at your grandfather’s castle?” I ask horrified. That man looked like a distinguished gentleman. This….person, looks like a corpse. The man, Demetrius, latches onto Drake’s wrist, sucking hard. “Leana, I need your blood,” Drake says, not looking away from his friend. I walk slowly toward Drake, not exactly sure what he means that he needs my blood.

"You walked into our home and murdered the Luna of the pack. You aren't leaving here alive." Zayn started walking toward me, his face dark. "Go back to your room, Snow White," he growled. "This is about to get very bloody." "SHE IS GOING NOWHERE!" Dracula roared. His human looking blue eyes turned a terrifying blood red. His sharp fangs slid down. "I came here for my bride, and I am taking her with me." Just then, the door opened. A woman walked in wearing a beautiful blue dress. Her black hair was pulled back in a neat bun.

I was still in that deadlock, but now I had a new discovery, pure iron, that could be the answer to all our questions. “No doctor, everything went according to plan. The reaction speed of the blood is much higher than the average of the one in the presentation, being the blood of a Luna. I guess the blood of an original vampire is almost impossible to find. I did some research and there is none in the area at the moment, or am I wrong?”