Manic Panic Vampire Blood Novels & Stories

“I know. That is why I want your powers.” The lycan lifts his hand, and a faint glow burns around his palm. But before he can cast anything on me, alarms blare. Heavy footsteps rush toward the door. Virus. The lycan stiffens. Seeing him distracted, I reach for his mask, but he reacts fast. “We are not done,” he says, and charges at the wall. Then, his claws swipe across Vince and sever his head. His body crashes through the concrete with one strike. Dust fills the room.

I sprint behind the building. I sniff abd smile over brother Rowans blood. Like a hungry blood thirsty vampire, I lick dry it's contents off my blood. I sigh reliefed. Such cool and smooth antidote it is. I feel it perform it wonders. How it cleanse every venom off my skin. I sigh more. I eyes unexpectedly twitches. It blinks rapidly. My vision blur's. I stagger. Something seems wrong Everywhere goes blank.

"where the f*ck have you being vampire... Are you trying to breach our deal or what! " Melanie snapped she really had a very bad mouth, looking at the Vampire who turned to look at her with an angry and mean look, his long canines were now visible for the first time and his eyes turn bloodshot red, there were streaky lines of blood veins on his face and he looked like a horror charecter from a TV series. Melanie recoiled in fear and stood besides Ryker. "you don't talk to me anyhow pup..im still your great grand uncle and I tell you this,I can kill even my own blood so don't mess with me! "

Then her shoulders began to shake before she laughed darkly: "Let me guess. He told you that, Manu?" "Absolutely, "replied the vampire calmly. "And you believe him?" " Perfectly " "Emmanuelle, when did you hit your head last night? The vampire laughed and put two pieces of toast back into the metal toaster: "Relax, Bianca." The brunette seemed to lose her balance and quickly had to rest a hand against the back of one of the six chairs surrounding the dining table: "Manu... shit. How many orgasms did he give you to make you, my ice queen, feel so relaxed?"

“How'd you break my mind control?” His voice turns into a low, dangerous growl that makes my skin crawl. “It would be prudent for you to make haste and depart forthwith.” he warns, sounding like a cranky bear with a sore head. But I’m not done yet. “You gotta be a first blood,” I press, still trying to make sense of it all. “Only First bloods can break another vampire's mind control?” His face darkens, eyes blazing like hot coals. “Prithee, I have already beseeched thee to depart. It would be most unwise to linger further,” he roars, practically making the walls shake with his irritation.

The sudden realization that I could smell blood made me panic, and I frantically stuffed the sleeve of my sweater into my mouth. The door burst into a thousand pieces, and a beautiful blonde vampire entered, scanning the room with piercing blue eyes.

She shut her eyes and began muttering an incantation under her breath. The room shifted—the air turning gloomy and oppressive. The droplets of blood from her hand floated into the air, breaking into smaller, glimmering spheres. They pulsed like tiny hearts. “That Bitch! She is making use of blood magic,” one of the still alive Vampires muttered behind me. I barely had time to register the words when the vampire who spoke suddenly let out a strangled scream. His body contorted, growing grotesquely larger—skin stretched too tight over muscle—until he… burst.

We aren’t strong enough! Frustration surges through me, and the vampire chuckles above me, smiling into my face. “Are those tears?” He drags a finger underneath my eyes, collecting a single tear. “It is...” his scary smile widens. “That’s lovely: I love it when my victims are terrified. It makes the blood taste even sweeter!”

Golden— eyes—fangs— the panic biting —the blood. Damn it’s him. That Vampire. I gulped uneasily as he stared at me with those golden cat eyes that seems to bore into my soul and smiled decisively with a hint of sinister. I was lost for words, I don’t know what to say. My skin crawled at the sight of him making me felt exactly like when I saw the first vampire at the hospital. This was the least person I expected in my college this morning. My stomach begun to twirl with bile that just rushed to my throat. I wanted to scream but my voice was lost deep down inside of me.

I was getting angry, between the desperate need to drink more blood and knowing what I was becoming, I loose it and scream. It was ear splitting, a high pitched sound that begins to crack the glass of the window and I watch as the vampires clamp theirs hands over their ears, blood trickling between their fingers and leaking out the corners of their mouths as they cough, some drop to the floor as I continue to scream, piercing their eardrums. Draven drops to the floor