Fresh Blood Supernatural Novels & Stories

Messy blood rushed down like a larva from a volcano. "He did this to yoy" Lucy said dropping the napkin she used to clean him up. "He has gotten stronger, so i have to work harder" Trivas said trying to adjust his backbone that seem to have bent. "Or you mean we witches have to work harder, We have been sending you on mission forgetting we are the supernaturals here" Lucy said washing black blood away from her hands in a pool of water. "i will call one of the witches to clean you up, i will be back" Lucy said all furious picking a needle she used to access black magic. Lucy entered through a portal apearing at the front of the vamps pack.

Jann's mind was still distracted by the fear that he'd lose the love of his life, that he never got a chance to think about what could have caused her to pass out like that. Sara didn't fall unconscious out of exhaustion from the act, she was bound to, since her whole body was busy adjusting to the changes. She was transforming into a vampiress and very soon she'd be half human and vampire so she wasn't supposed to lose any blood but here, Jann had dug into her causing her to bleed so much. "Oh alright, I think you need blood."Jann said in realization and quickly he grabbed a knife from the fruit basket and cut his wrist letting his blood drip into Sara's mouth and surprisingly she immediate

I owed it to him to make things right. The lightbulb finally clicked on in my head—animal blood wasn't gonna cut it. Vivaldi was in too deep, and he needed the good stuff: human blood…or maybe my own. I’m a pureblood, which basically means my blood’s like a fancy, top-shelf elixir. My master once used it to heal other supernaturals, but I’d never tried it myself. Still, it was worth a shot.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

She knocks into him, and they both go crashing down. My eyes start to flutter shut again, and between blinking them open and closed, I see Lucas twist Suzanna’s neck around. Her body goes limp and he tosses her aside. My head droops forward, and my vision fades. The distinct sound of bones breaking echoes through the pool, and the male vampire screams and cries in pain. I try to lift my head up again, forcing my eyes open. Lucas is covered in blood—not his own, of course—and a pile of ashy goo surrounds his feet. Suzanna’s hands are on her head, trying to spin her neck back into place so it can heal.

Sally said “Would you just quit it?” Damian asked her “Maybe, maybe not” Sally said “Hey, it is different” Alex said as he bent down to take a closer look at the blood stains. “Yes, it is. The first one looks like it is almost black. It’s too dark to be called an ordinary blood” “That is because it is not ordinary blood. Annabelle is hybrid. We keep forgetting that and it has been there for like almost a day!” Sally said “It doesn’t matter. The blood of a hybrid remains fresh no matter the time frame given. It looks like it was mixed with magic” Alex said

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

In her head, a distant echo of Lucien's call echoed from the blood abyss. "Lucien..." She touched her chest. A heartbeat sounded, heavy. The blood in her was no longer human or vampire blood, it was something else, both alive and dead, both clear and turbid. A part of her knew: Evelyn Cross had died, and was born as a new being, the Crimson Seraph. --- Meanwhile, below the blood abyss, Lucien knelt in the darkness. From afar, Azrael spoke, deep as ancient stone: "You chose love over blood, and so you are bound by sin."

Every time he does that, he always gets deceived that Scarlett was Aurora - but later reminded not. "I asked if they were other Omegas before me?" "W-well, Omegas are...basically just born Vampires with human blood, though considered extremely rare. So...no." he lied. "Oh. So there's a chance where I'll want to drink blood too? Is it really safe for me to go to the meteor shower with my friends tonight - now that I'm...reawakening?" "Maybe. But I'm not particularly sure when you'll start experiencing that. Probably after your birthday. Unless you've started having blood cravings already." He glanced at her with pure concern for her, carefully watching Scarlett's expression. "You..don't have

Tristan follows behind me and takes a seat when I gesture for them too. “What’s going on, Rowan?” Mikhail asks. My lips twist into a grimace as I consider what to say. “I’m glad that you’re all here.” I wave a hand in Tristan’s direction. “All of you know Tristan already.” Tristan nods his head in acknowledgment. “Tristan is not just my brother, but he’s also the master of the Halo that I work for. Over the past couple of months, several Supernatural students have gone missing from our school. We recently found out that they were murdered, and parts of their bodies were used to construct some kind of Frankenstein monster. It’s pretty gruesome and puzzling at once. Due to the severity of the