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I think I heard it when Aaron was telling me but I could not think when he did mention it. “Well, Craving Virus was the substance that gives Blue Blood their superhuman strength and speed. They also have great night vision than humans. If so, I wish to learn their secret,” my master said as I was looking at him. “Sir?” His Holiness turned to look at me as he was staring outside the window. He smiled weakly before he took his seat.

We both leaned in at the same time and took a bite. The moment the hot sauce hit my tongue, I grinned. It was exactly as good as I remembered — sweet, tangy, with that perfect little kick. But Nyla’s reaction was even better. Her eyes widened dramatically, and she let out a little surprised moan as she chewed faster, fanning her mouth with her free hand. “Wow, it’s actually really nice!” she said, nodding enthusiastically, still chewing. “Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!”

Because if he knew that this is possibly what he was doing, taking people and doing something with them, it would break him. And this whole thing right in front of us is just messed up. I can smell the blood, and I don’t think it came from an animal. It smells like Lycan blood, and it doesn’t smell like it just came from one Lycan. It’s a mix, a concoction, added to some sort of liquid that has a sharp smell, almost flammable.

After blurting out the threat, Derkley mumbled to himself, "Let this blood burn. O' mighty Blood God, please bless me with power. I shall take this low life down in the name of the Blood God!" As he uttered the words, one of the Bloody Pythons was swallowed right into his stomach. Derkley shot up a good few inches, and his bloodshot eyes indicated that he had finally cast his ultimate move—the Bloodsucker! Wilbur searched through the spell Derkley had just cast with his Iris Veritas, raising an eyebrow in mild interest.

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 taste seems bitter-sweet and the smell is not as sweet as usual. This donor blood was also given by Harawaltz. This vampire committee will routinely provide blood stocks for the clans, but the quality of the blood itself is not guaranteed. Therefore, most of the flavors of this donor's blood do not have a delicious taste and only aim to quench thirst but not with desire. *** Al then goes through the Silver Forest, hoping to find prey to be his master's meal. As a right-hand man, Al is indeed Rai's confidant, he is the only vampire who is trusted to look for food.

Drinking blood was as euphoric as having sex. All blood tastes very different. Some blood is sweeter than others. Virginal blood is the tastiest. Stanley wondered if Iris was a virgin. She kind of looked like one. She was pretty but very awkward which could mean she was a virgin. Stanley would find out when he took her to bed.

After serving as the food they must take blood tonics and feed on nourishing delicacies to replenish their strength and blood. A blonde maid came over to me and a redhead went towards Cass. They both took a knife and sliced their wrists. The pleasant smell of their blood filled my nostrils and soon took over my nervous system. Some drops of blood splattered on the floor and I could feel the beast from within begging to be unleashed. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my orbs turned darker at the immense hunger. Black veins reflected underneath my eyes and I sank my elongated fangs into the maid. The nourishing drink filled every part of my body and awoke me in a rejuvenating way. I coul

He exclaimed in excitement. The wine was looking so overly cold, as it was placed in a pretty looking bucket of ice. Lawrence popped it, and poured out some into Somira's glass cup... as the wine flowed straight into it with grace.. like a flowing stream... The beauty of the reddish and sparkling oxblood colour of the wine was appetizing enough... coupled with it's sweet smelling scent of each drop which was circulating in the air... was enough to satisfy the thirst of ten thousand peeps. "Here... have some!" Lawrence said to her... Holding the glass of wine, and stretching it towards Somira..

It's smell was the same: metallic and pungent. Why is her blood gold? Was it her blood? Of course it is hers. Reapers don't bleed on any weapons forged in the earth. It must be hers. But why it is golden and not scarlet? She had countless cuts and wound in all her life, all over her body and she bleed scarlet red blood, not until now. The thoughts were painful as knives cracking her head. Serra found herself on the sea of horrifying eyes and faces, all locked at her and Maria. They stood like statues, stunned on what just happened, their brain processing the horrifying event, hearts beating in melodic rhythm; fast and deep.