Fresh Blood Supernatural Novels & Stories

mom told me it was a given to us but she never really went into details because I was a child, I should have asked her further “ I pulled her into me again. “ but this? I got it once when Tristan tried to bond with me during the blood moon night , lightning struck and when I woke up I had this” “ Do you know who these supernaturals are? “ I asked, stroking her head gently. “ Leaders, made to rule the wolf's age, but their main leaders were killed so then they ended up stranded because there's a connection that binds us together and without the leaders it can't happen “ She didn't need to talk, I knew who they were. “ Yet I killed them, I don't know how but I killed my parents and I only ha

Alexis looked at Adrian still with a small sob with traces of the remnants of the tears on her face right on there about right now. "We will do this together. I know what you did was not entirely a mistake, Alexis. It was instinct. And vampire instincts do work very fast and strong. It's very difficult to be directly controlled by a new born vampire like you. And drinking fresh human blood directly was indeed the only way to survive. That's also what I've felt and did when I first became a newborn vampire, Alexis. I will tell you everything after all of this. But right now, we must make this man's body as if it drowned in the river, and was carried away by the flow of the river, so that it c

I stepped on something wet. I froze. A cold shiver climbed my spine. “Hold on,” I whispered. Blinky groaned. “Oh my God, I said I'm not...” “Blinky,” I said urgently, “STOP.” He paused, irritated. “Okay WHAT is it now?” I turned on my phone flashlight. What I saw made my stomach twist painfully. Blood. Fresh. A pool of it. “Blinky,” I choked out, “it’s blood. Fresh blood.” His face drained instantly.

“Give me time to process this we went from zero to one hundred real quick” Colton and I are still laying in our embrace neither of us willing to let the other go when we get a mindlink from my father informing us that a a new blood has just entered the border causing havoc. A new blood is the term for a newly changed vampire they have very little control and have an insatiable blood lust which is why it is an illegal practice for the vampires to create new bloods under supernatural law. My father has called for the twins and i to come assist with this mission as a learning curve. Colton and I spring into action. We run into the weaponry room where Destin is already picking out some wooden st

“Greg, Cameron and I need blood, a lot of it, vampire and human.” “Right,” she shoved some plastic bags of blood at him. “These are freshly collected. Human and Mer. Vampire is in high demand, but I’ll try to find someone. The zombies sometimes get the better of the Mer and get a bite in. The vampires are treating them. I’m taking blood from anyone I can. Vampires need to be fed to recover.” “Who painted the hospital?” Talen wondered. “I did,” Delwyn approached them. “It came to me in a dream. From the mother, I believe. Here, Thaelen, drink from me. You are hurt.”

The quarter was as silent as a graveyard when we stormed in around 6:05 pm. Hilda was feeding on a flute of blood and her hands were balled into fists. "I know you are stressed at the moment but two emotions aid a supernatural to feed of the strength of the beast from within." Suzy walked towards Hilda and raised her chin to face her. "Fear of the unknown and anger." I butted in, clearing the junks on a table, and inserted the printed diagram on the table with a thud.

It still haunts me to think about what had been done to her beautiful body as well as Tyler's and Jason's. My eyes burned with tears I knew I should not shed. I brushed them away quickly, not because I was tired of giving in to them, but because the sight of my tears would be a dead giveaway to the changes I've been trying so hard to conceal. You see, what gives a vampire life is blood. It's what our sweat, our saliva, and our tears are made of. When we cry, we cry blood—but not me, not any longer, not since Paul and I had changed. Now my tears are clear like human tears, and meat is now something I crave—raw bloody meat. Don't ask me what crying real tears means or being sustained by both m

"I said… In your dreams!" With that, I chomped down on Jonathan's ear and ripped a chunk clean off. Blood sprayed into the air as Jonathan kicked me away from him. Clamping a hand over his injured ear, he glared at me, his eyes blazing in fury. "You're dead, bitch!" He raised the knife and lunged at me, aiming straight for my chest. In that critical moment, the door to the factory was kicked open, and police officers swarmed into the building. The knife was knocked out of Jonathan's hand before he was tackled to the ground and successfully restrained.

“I'd give anything to have a father like that.” “Yeah,” she murmured. “I really am.” “Bella, come here,” said Victor. It was a command, not an invitation. “What's that?” she asked, eying the box warily. “It's a supply of blood since human donors aren't practical right now,” he said, lifting the top of the cooler to reveal six one-pint bags filled with dark red liquid. Now she understood what the confusing mixture of scents had been. Blood behaved a lot like food to vampires. When it was hot and fresh, coursing through the vein, its scent was easy to distinguish. When it was chilled or frozen, the scent lingered but wasn't overpowering.

“Beth, it’s for you.” “If that’s Susan, tell her to drop dead!” “Not Susan. Her parents. They’re asking you for her stuff since Susan died yesterday while in transit. Her bus got into an accident. She is dead... very, very dead.” +++++++++ Be careful little mouth what you say. ‘Cause it’s hard to take back the pain inflicted by your words. Especially when the one you’re talking to is already dead... And with that very apt but macabre reminder, I bid you all good night. I truly hope those sleeping in their dorm room beds have a restful sleep. Until we meet again here in the Supernatural Spa...