Fresh Blood Supernatural Novels & Stories

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

This of course will make him look weak because compassion gives the victim a chance to live. *** The next morning, Al had stepped into the room where the woman was. The door opened slowly. This woman's body was seen lying stiff, the bite wound on her neck had disappeared. Al then smoothed her appearance back to how it was, just like when he found it. Then took her to where he found her in the middle of the forest and put her stiff body there. "Hope you can sleep peacefully," said Al with a wrinkled face. Seeing this woman's rigid body made him feel sympathy. Not without reason, because in his body is still flowing human blood. Al is indeed a vampire, but to be more precise a hybrid vampire.

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot

Seraphine hesitated, then nodded, offering her wrist. The moment her blood touched the crystal vial, it shimmered—glowing faintly with a warmth that made Cane step back in awe. “Incredible,” he muttered. “This blood… it’s like a blank slate. Pure. Untouched by lineage manipulation. But it responds to supernatural energy like it’s absorbing it. It’s evolving.” Caveen’s eyes narrowed. “Is that possible?” “Not naturally,” Cane whispered. “This girl—she’s either destined to be something… or she already is.”

They also had a mission so he will not give a damn about my request. Following them for several months, I have found out that they keep a woman in their house. As I saw who it is, she caught my attention when I smell her fresh blood. It made me crave that I wanted to suck her blood. I was so thirsty that I couldn't control myself anymore. Other human blood that I smell was just ordinary, and I don't have the desire to taste it, but it was different from Freeda. I still remember that my brother Arius said that the maiden who had the fresh blood of a witch will attract a vampire.

Too dark. Blood. It streams down her pale cheeks, bright red against the whiteness of her skin. Broken capillaries. A physical manifestation of a psychic break. But it’s more than that. The blood isn’t just dripping. For a second, it seems to… shimmer. A faint, impossible light glints within it before it drips onto her bare chest. I stare, frozen in shock. My medical mind races—cerebral hemorrhage? seizure? But my gut, my wolf, knows. This isn’t a human illness. This is power. Dormant, trapped, tearing its way out of her.

I groaned through my clenched teeth and the fabric of my shirt as I pushed the knife in, the pain so intense that if I were human I’d have thrown up, passed out, or both. But my undead body wasn’t capable of vomiting, not under any normal circumstances anyway. A knife in the stomach was a hell of a lot better than a near-death experience. Still sucked though. As soon as the blood started flowing, he was ready with the compass, filling it with the red slurry. “Fuck,” I spat, out of pain and realization. “There’s some slayer blood in there too. We got attacked on the way to Primrose.” “Doesn’t matter,” he assured me, sealing off the compass once it was full. “Helaine’s is the only supernatural

His face was so close to mine our noses were almost touching. "That's why you need to train your powers to be able to do it. The sacred book could only be open by you when you gain your full power or by someone else who managed to kill the chosen one. Once the book is open, a formula is written down inside. I know that the ingredients to it are a sample of the blood of each supernatural race. In order to do that you'll have to fight. Amaya, you can do this just believe in yourself. That's why I'm also here, to protect you. You're in good hands," he said to me while looking straight into my eyes. "Tell me, Damon, what happened to all of the chosen ones before me?" I asked making him sigh and

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

When Assistant Coach Emmitt blew the whistle for a water break, I walked toward the rugger bunnies, specifically this new one. The Asian girl noticed me and pointed out that I was coming over to her friend. The big booty girl looked flustered. Cute. She’s got to be a freshman. As Aidan and Albert say, freshmen equal fresh meat. Not that I’m going to drink her blood or something. I’m an incubus cambion. Drinking blood is for vamps. Eating human flesh is for other demons. I sustain myself off sexual energy. And this girl looked chalked full of it. “Malcolm.” A different bunny jumped in my path, batting her eyes at me. “I heard congratulations were in order, Captain.”