Manic Panic Vampire Blood Novels & Stories

asked Caroline again. "Yes, I remember, but there is a tiny problem," said Jamima with a confused expression on her face. "Problem! Why, what happened? What problem are you talking about? Girl, I dare you to say that you don't remember the colour of the eyes because it's our only clue," said Caroline, annoyed. "No, it's not. You told me that vampires can only have two colours, red and blue, right?" asked Jamima. "Yes, what's up with it?"

He’s planning something, I’m sure of it. Her words are not even sinking in, that something horrifying catches my attention. A heavy smell of death lingers in the air, I hear shouting of despair. ‘A newborn vampire.’ Pandora announced. ‘And it’s out of control, slaughtering everybody.’ Panic and adrenaline are surging through my body, I run to the place where the crying for help is heard, and when I get there, I’m faced with a desolate scene. About twenty people, wounded in cold-blood, are lying in a pool of their own blood.

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

"I shall arrange for blood to be brought to your chambers." "Not just any blood, Drustian," I growled. " I need werewolf blood. Only the blood of a werewolf can return my sanity. I'm going mad! I'm going mad!" I threw the tray and the cup off the table in a rage, my eyes turned green. Sharp arrowing pain hacked my heart, which threw me off my seat, as I gripped my chest in pain. "Sire! Sire! Sire!" Drustian rushed over to help me up.

Blood pours from the vampire’s neck and it reaches up, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. Can vampires bleed to death? I don’t think so, but he sure is acting panicked. Though even if he doesn’t die, that still looks painful. “Keep him still,” I tell my familiars, and lower my hand, letting the last of the magic fizzle out of the vampire in the leather jacket. Conjuring up another string of magic, I stand beside Lucas. The red magic in my hand illuminates his face, and it’s only then I fully appreciate the beauty in his rage.

"That man is the vampire.” "What!"

“DON’T YOU DARE TO CALL MY WOMAN THAT, YOU FILTHY VAMPIRE!” The vampire gets back up, even though he is still tied up. “Hahahaha...glory and power to the great Vlad!” The vampire said with a burst of laughter and lashes out at Darren and manages to injure his arm. I blink at the sight of Darren’s blood. “Hahahah....you useless dogs never can....” He shouldn’t have hurt my Darren. My body is now wrapped in black souls and my eyes are completely red. “Darren...blood...death!” I throw myself at the vampire and hit him violently and said, “You could have run away...it was better...but hitting my man...is digging your own grave!”

Megan had her mouth opened and fear radiating from her pores. Why would they have to drink vampire blood? *Babayigha ; Boogeyman

I'm slowly drifting off the edge of whatever grip I'm holding unto. I'm suffocating, from his sweet scent. I'm thirsty, thirsty for his blood. Manny once said I would go crazy for the blood of sire, but as I stood staring at the smug on his well-structured lips which is a facade for his evil intent, I was beginning to doubt that. If anything, he had filled the space of my craziness with extreme fear. So yes, I'm fucking far from being crazy