Fresh Blood Supernatural Novels & Stories

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.

He had also informed them about the death occurring every day in the forest. "I think that will be Emily's evil work". Susannah said to them. "She drinks blood to get stronger". Susannah said. "I don't think it's only Emily. I think Justin also drinks blood. I once saw human blood in his car". Officer John said to them. "We will try our best to get back as soon as we can". Eddie said to officer John. CRYSTAL OF EVIL

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.

I had missed her greatly and wished to have her in my arms, but my blood thirst wouldn't let me. Solomon zoomed into the room from the front door with a shopping bag filled with blood bags. He got one out and threw it at me with supernatural speed. I caught it and tore the seal off in hunger. I sucked on it, and the blood flowed down my throat, calming my demons. I didn't feel the uncomfortable sensation in my veins anymore.

I caressed her cheeks, which also had a healthy and warm tint to them. “Are the changes in your complexion because you drank from me?” I asked her curiously. “Mhm,” she said, blushing. The woman who was just begging me to fuck her harder was over here blushing deeply. “We still get everything that we need from donated blood, but fresh blood hasn’t been processed, which breaks it down a little bit. It also improves our strength, speed, and abilities.” Hmm. That did make sense. I supposed that it was the best alternative for those who preferred a different method than fresh consumption. However, there was no reason for her to do the same anymore.

I passed the blood in her mouth and waited for her to wake. I ended up sleeping with her in my arms. In the morning I watched her sleeping form. I am reminded of the day we first met. She starts moving in my arms. I look at her as she opened her eyes. They were of the same brown colour as before. I am glad she remained the same Lara I have got used to only that she is now a vampire and she ages slowly compared to before. "Hey did you do it?" She asks as she looked into my eyes. Do what... What does she mean?

I had no magic to fight with. "Use one of the dead witch's blood," Kristoff said, making a strange suggestion, and I did not know what he was thinking, but I went for it. The witch I was attracted to was not dead but was on her way. The moment my wolf touched her, I felt her magic and blood drain into me, and I suddenly felt like I did when I pulled on Desiree's magic, only that this was my magic. I felt the life force of every blood member, and I realised what had happened to me. I moved toward Maria and sent a blast towards her ash mass. It was forceful enough to release Desiree from its grip. Their cover over the atmosphere had reduced. So I pushed harder, allowing Desiree time to gather

"It is an observation, not a confirmed fact. But you should know it." "Tell me." "The methodology the Bloodless are developing, destroying abilities rather than extracting them, it is based on something very old. Pre-Covenant old." She lowered her voice further. "There are texts from the original supernatural age that describe a ritual called the Unminding. It was created by the First Born." I stared at her. "The First Born created something that destroys abilities?"