Fresh Blood Supernatural Mga Nobela at Kwento

I rolled my both eye's after I turn off the TV. I heard her complain but I unbothered sip my coffee. “Hey. Can't you see I'm watching? Gosh. You're so rude.” She said. “We were supposed to watch drama, not that.” I uttered. She glance at me with annoyance in her gaze and quickly did the opposite from what I did earlier. “That is more interesting than that. From what I heard, the girl has been bitten by vampire. You know like in dramas! It's so cool though.” She added and was going to use the remote but I snatched it from her.

More feathers tossed into the air and with a suppressed groan of pain, the blow caught the Tenth Presbyter in the arm, mangling it into an impossible angle as he tumbled to the ground. Chu Xun reached for the canine tooth. But his finger just barely grazed the tooth and it snapped into halves with a crack and from the midst of the fine hairline crack, blood began seeping out. But it was no ordinary blood. The entire sky turned red right when the blood began dribbling out as if heralding the advent of an ancient horror. The True Blood of a Suan Ni. Chu Xun's breathing began to pick up pace as he lurched with amazement. The True Blood of an ancient horror. It might be a substance of great age

Screaming as I feel a pop, the baby sliding out from within me as I fall back to exhaustied to do anything else. I hold my breath as drake lifts the quiet baby into his arms, pulling the cord from her throat. She was blue and not moving as I cry holding my arms out “I need to heal her” I cry, drake hands her over, Layla pushing forward as she uses the last of our energy to heal our baby, I feel the blood trickle down my nose as my fingers tingle. I heal her tiny little body as I choke on my own blood. The love I feel for her overshadowing the fear I have of killing myself

She has no idea what trouble she’s in tasting so good. * * * The Travors Bloodline August 5th, 1716 Transcriber: Fredrick Yearn Maxwell George Barnett is born within the Freemore bloodline. Vampire Cornelius Herrington is the possessor of all individuals who belong within the stated bloodline. At the moment Maxwell is one of eight persons alive who can nourish their owner. Thankfully, vampire rules state that blood lettings cannot happen until the individual is no longer a child. March 17th, 1736

“If I were awake, your sister would be the first person I’d kill for hurting my family.” No one dared to comment. Xian pretended to reread the chart. Aarush busied himself, picking up the pieces of the broken ceramic on the floor while Cole stood up and walked toward the cabinet, taking the medical kit. Bryce didn’t even bother correcting her. “But how? Newborns are always thirsty for blood,” Bryce added, not giving up the topic. “When you’re turned, you no longer desire food. You lose yourself... your humanity.” “They turn into dust, too, when beheaded or when they walk in broad daylight. Not our vamp family.” Aarush grinned.

Maddox braces the stool. I press harder as tears stream down my face. I don’t stop. His screams echo through the broken house. At first, nothing changes. His skin grows paler as his head falls back. “No… no…” I cry. “Concentrate!” Lux shouts. I close my eyes and pour everything into it. The power tearing through me. I keep pressing and then slowly the bleeding begins to slow. The torn flesh beneath my palm starts knitting together. Color creeps back into his skin, not human warmth, but the pale vitality a vampire should have. His eyes flicker dark red, then deepen into a steady crimson.

"I don't know what's wrong with me!" "Nothing. Nothing is wrong with you, my Love. You're just sick. It happens sometimes." It does not happen. Full grown supernaturals don't get sick. Our immune system is strong enough to fight against the human sickness and diseases. Very few of us get sick, but they don't puke, least of all blood. She wretched her head from my hold and covered her face with her hands, her elbows on her knees and began crying. I got to my knees so we were on the same level and tried to pry her hands from her face. When that didn't work, I hugged her. "I love you, Ava. So much. I promise I won't let anything happen to you."

Madison led. Rhys thought about what she was saying. What part of him wasn’t toxic or connected to his power? It took him a moment longer than he’d liked to figure it out. Pregnancy brain wasn’t his friend. “My blood. It can help people heal. I donate regularly. You didn’t take my blood though…” Rhys said. “No, not recently. When I was a child, I had a surgery. There was a complication. Your blood was given to me along with the blood of other creatures. Werewolf, demon, and human.” She admitted

My friends had cooperated satisfactorily. I swirled the glass of fresh human blood as I waited for Dominic and Katie to arrive. I scrunched my nose up a bit at the scene of the blood. I wasn’t as fond of it as full-blooded vampires were, but I did indulge in it from time to time as it elevated my abilities. Like my superhearing for instance. I could hear quite well through the small tube like device that had been provided to me, but I needed to listen to everything in detail. I didn’t want to miss a single thing.

"One child cannot stop what is coming." He lifted a dagger and sliced his palm. Blood hit the runes. They ignited. "Let them run. Let them hide. When the seventh hybrid rises... the world will burn." His eyes flared crimson. And somewhere far away, the Blood Moon began its slow rise.