Dracula Blood Oranges Novels & Stories

Joe replied curtly. "That company is very strange. They make products related to human blood. But... I feel like there might be a vampire among them," Drex stated. "You watch too many movies, Drex! Vampires are just a myth. Lea, your boyfriend is way too imaginative," Barbara said, findng the idea ridiculous. "Yeah, he is sometimes. Please, have a drink! I made it from very sweet oranges," Lea said, serving them. As Lea and Barbara moved to the bedroom to chat, Jonathan stayed behind, fixing Drex with a sharp gaze.

And, in Lady Astrid’s timeline, he barely noticed her before she died. Well, this time, he was going to notice me. Even if it killed me. …Okay, bad choice of words. --- The great hall looked different tonight. More alive. Hundreds of candles floated above the tables in delicate glass orbs, their light reflecting off crystal goblets and silver cutlery. The scent of roses was stronger, almost cloying, mingled with something richer—blood, obviously. Dozens of vampires mingled in the room, all elegance and danger wrapped in silk and jewels. Their laughter was soft, their movements graceful. It was like watching a ballroom scene from a dream, except everyone here could probably kill me in under t

He threw a black credit chip at the stunned vendor and grabbed a basket. My breath caught. He grabbed a fruit with a bright, sunrise-orange rind. A citrus variety notorious for its high photochemical content—a concentrated essence of sunlight in liquid form. Deadly to vampires in large doses. Agonizing to any with vampiric blood in their system. He started shoving the peeled segments into his mouth, juice running down his chin.

"Blood of the Wise is a very rare wine, Your Highness. It's one of our collection, but we only have one..." Fear was evident on Orion's voice but he sounded like he was implying that he can't give it to us because it's the only one. "I'm willing to pay. How much?" Demitri got something on his pocket, a pouch of gold I suppose, and it fell down before Orion's feet. "We can give you more if you want. Just give us the wine," Prince David said.

Azea was too beat up to struggle, so she screamed for Willow. “Blood field!” Dracula yelled, as he lunged forward, tearing off the tentacles. The area around him was turned into a pool of blood, and anything that came onto contact with him would turn to blood. Willow broke free, turning into his Paladin form. He fired arrows from the air, while Dracula slashed away at the Original, who was trying to keep his distance from the field. The Original fired an energy at Dracula, but he turned into a red mist, causing the original to use one of his orbs to protect himself.

My body froze. Did they notice me? “What?” “What did you hear?” “So… I heard that Dracula is really picky. And I don’t mean ordinary picky, I mean extra picky. Now is a critical time when we need him most, but he won’t wake up unless the blood is enticing enough, which explain why the brothers have been bringing in several beings, including werewolves, taking their blood into bowls and placing them near his coffin, hoping he’ll crave one and wake up, but nothing’s worked. I even heard that, out of desperation, they’ve started grinding werewolf hearts and mixing it into the blood. But still, no reaction,” the vampire continued, voice dropping even low with wonder. “Can you imagine that level

And he bit down. Amy’s scream tore through the warehouse, a sound of shock and agony. He held her for a second, then let her crumple to the ground, two puncture wounds on her neck already weeping dark blood. Time froze. Bryan’s face went from shock to a rage so profound the air around him burst into flames. “AMY!” Dracula wiped a drop of blood from his lip, his smile widening. “A vintage with… surprising spark.” He looked at the rest of us. “A gift from my master. We’ll meet again, children of chaos.”

Yeri was tending to Declan's wounds, she used some herbs from the Oracle which helped wolves heal faster. "We have a distribution company, where we source out the best butcher and deliver them to the Southern Pacific tribe HQ. We also filter the blood and sell it to the vampires around our vicinity. We were supposed to meet Mr Skinner to sell our recently filtered blood." "Damon Skinner?" Reed perked up at his friend's name, "You do business with the Skinners?" "Yes, My Lord." Declan answered. "Cut it out, just call me Reed. You're not a vampire, don't call me Lord." Reed shivered a little as he could hear some intrusive thoughts flooding into his mind, he was reading Declan's mind and felt

Both Ansel and Andrew, they both opened their eyes as wide as they could. "Y-Your Majesty ... this, I feel extremely grateful. I feel unworthy of such a luxurious gift." Ansel, who had a tense face because he was afraid of the illusion that Ginny had shown earlier, now his face turned very bright. Of course, being able to drink the blood of the last descendant of Dracula, the race that became the ancestor of the vampires was a gift that nothing in the world could compare to the vampires themselves. Ginny fixed her eyes on Andrew. "If you don't like it, you can throw it away."

Under her balanced breath, she muttered some incantations that came out like siren screams. Slowly, from the dept of oblivion, a red flaming portal appeared before her like a circular abyss on the surface of the earth. Watching with deep concentrations, Dracula and Corvinus could see numerous arms waving out of the dept like seeking help but not long, from the same screaming arms came six human arms. At first, the arms were scaled but as soon as they drew out, their features changed.