Novelas y relatos de Infinite Bloodcore

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

Red filled the tube attached to the needle in a few minutes or maybe hours, I couldn't tell which was which, as I saw myself drifting in and out of consciousness. Then, another tube filled up, followed by another. My head started spinning. How much blood could a person lose before... "Careful," one masked man said suddenly. "We need him alive." "The Queen wants more," another replied. "His blood is special." "The Moonfire Gene," the first one said. "Who would have thought it would be in an omega?" Moonfire Gene? What were they talking about? "Such power," the second man continued, watching my blood fill another bag. "Infinite power, if the stories are true."

Corey replied. Tera blinked, and her eyes didn't open after that as she slipped off from his body, falling to the ground, but Corey was quick to disengage his teeth away from her skin and caught her before she could reach the ground. In no time, he carried her on his shoulders and walked into the uncompleted building beside them, where the car was parked. Mistakes are never to be repeated twice. At that clubhouse on that very night when Corey fed on Tera's blood, he never knew she was related to his colleague Scott and now that he knew and wasn't ready to stop, is he ready to face the consequences when the time comes?

Silence swallowed the cavern. Then the ground exploded. A massive black claw burst through the stone floor. The impact sent everyone stumbling backward. Another claw followed, then another. The beast dragged itself from the darkness with a roar that made my blood run cold. It was enormous, twice the size of the First Wolf. Its body was covered in scales as black as midnight instead of fur. Jagged silver horns curved from its skull and its crimson eyes glowed with ancient hatred. Most terrifying of all, it had no pupils. Only endless red. The creature inhaled deeply, then its gaze locked onto me. "The Keeper..." Its voice sounded like rocks grinding together. "So the bloodline survived."

I begged the commander in front of me. “I cannot. Nobody can help you in this. You have to discover what this is yourself, that is the only way for us to help.” Sorens said before grasping out loud as if he was being choked, when blood dribbled out of his mouth, I realized that there was more here than what meets the eye, they really cannot tell me what to do. “Is this like another quest I have to go through to prove myself…?” I asked him but he shook his head holding his chest with his face twisted in a grimace.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

The church knew this too but because of the new law… their unlawful and wicked operation had to be done even more secretly. The old vampire council also knew how hard it'd be for their kind to adapt to that shitty mixture, so they secretly created "The Blood Vessel." Simply put, black market human blood. But unlike, the wicked ways of man, Vampires didn't hunt humans or coerce them with vampire magic…they simply recruited willing humans who wanted to serve vampires as their blood slaves. So this is where I come in… Saratan Credi, the stupid human girl with a death wish.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, I was not only scared for myself that I had handed my heart over to this man, I was also scared for his people, I needed to know what inspired such hatred to murder his people. “You want to know the truth? I will tell you.” He strolled from the throne towards me, “The world I told that was built by me and my two friends, these people are the descendants. We made a blood covenant that whichever one of us dies first, our power should be given to the next who was alive to maintain the balance of the park for greater good. Their fathers saw us as a threat and opted to end our lives. For each one they killed, their powers were absorbed into my blood, the same blood I

By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden. I feel it working. I also feel the cost. It is not pain exactly. It is more like weight. Like every drop of the Moonblood I send into him is something I am drawing from a reserve that is not infinite, and I have already spent so much tonight — in the shift, in the fight, in the thirty seconds of absolute clarity it took to face Lysandra and end what she was. I don't stop. I keep sending it.