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she mocks, though enforcing my thoughts. “Then why?” I press, amazed I’m still managing to stay conscious, even if doing so is excruciating. Invidia leans forward once more, her eyes gleaming with crazed excitement. “Did you know, that in every supernatural being on this Earth, there are microscopic amounts of the blood of the God who created them flowing through their veins?” If my face wasn’t pale before, it sure as fuck is now. “That’s…”

My hands are still stained with my father's murderers blood. I was left alone in a dying world, with no sense of survival skills. Until I met Sofia. My saving grace and miracle friend. She took me into her home. The home we still share now as Sofias' family is wealthy. But none of that matters now because this life I live will be a life of the past if a dirty Kindred male manages to sink his sharp teeth into me. --- The chilling night has come, and the small moon that once shone with a brilliant yellow light that illuminated the entire sky. Is now a blood-red moon. It has a murderous effect on those who suffer from chemical imbalances in their brains. Making the streets a dangerous place.

All three of them spit on him, as if it was rehearsed. My feet moved on their own toward the pup and in a couple large strides I scooped him up. He had a binky in his mouth and it moved, he was fast asleep. I cradled him to my chest and listened to Tyler gurgle, trying to breathe. Zach quickly slit the throat of the male he was holding and several others were killed by Shadows like a flash. Out of nowhere, the vamps fell from the sky. “Good work everyone, the demons will feast tonight,” Godfrey said, smiling.

He crushed the phone with just one hand, crushing the bones of the girl's hand with the phone. The girl wanted to scream in pain but nothing came out. Adrian had almost sucked her dry. The girl's soul left her body and flew towards the bright sky. Once Adrian had sucked the last drop of the blood out of her body, he pulled away from her. He howled loudly in pleasure as he felt ten times more powerful by just drinking the blood of that girl. It was because the girl was still in her teens and she was a virgin. Perhaps, their blood works better than the blood of ten humans together. It was not a howl that came out of his throat. It was a loud and ear piercing shriek that pushed its way out of h

Together, they came up with additional methods to obtain the blood they required, including the Red Cross, campus blood drives, and, where necessary, robbing a hospital's blood bank. Zachary's wife of almost forty years, Sarah, was a true free spirit. Her native to this country, bronzed skin was enhanced by her long, black hair that hung past her waist. Her eyes were still the original black color of a human; the silver of aging had not yet supplanted it. She was a newborn vampire.

They will grow old and will share the same vulnerability that the human person has. Human blood nowadays is corrupted and unhealthy because of alcohol, eating without nutrition, drugs, smoking, and any other way to make the blood unhealthy. There are ways, illegal ways, to acquire clean blood from humans like drinking from a newborn human. Babies' blood may be clean but it is not mature enough to revive a vampire's supernatural abilities. It also depends on their mothers' blood, if a mother does not have a nutritious lifestyle while carrying the baby then the baby's blood is not clean. But the modern world will always come up with a modern solution. Vampire clans lurking in the underground,

I watched Brigid slump to the ground with Lucas in her arms, and the urge to vomit climbed in my throat. I…I didn’t know vampires could bleed like this.

Baby vampires are very strong, especially when they’re hungry. “Sweet girl I’ve gotten you a drink but you must be careful or you’ll spill it,” I said softly. “I smell it, hmmmmmm, fuck! I need it, please hmmmm, I need it NOW,” she screamed. I quickly reached for the goblet on the side table and she sat up so abruptly she almost spilled it. “Now darling, this was hard to get since we are just fresh out of a war and blood was a necessity for the injured,” I explained, trying to let her know to calm down.

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

He couldn’t keep forgetting her in each life. He, Azael Alarico De Leon, was the first vampire to manifest in her kingdom, in their first life. In that life, he was the little lonely boy, bullied and scorned, regarded by all as the sole error in an otherwise perfect world, while she was the holy maiden, worshiped and revered throughout the kingdom. If he was darkness, then she was light. He was known as the ‘evil egg,’ bred from darkness. A child born from the crack of a dark egg, with no origin or lineage.