Manic Panic Vampire Blood Novels & Stories

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.

the man grabbed Adrian's body and slammed him against the wall, "outcasts are the lowest tier of vampires. Blood and night are your life. Your body will crumble if you don't follow your desire to consume blood." Adrian's breath quickened; the reality he faced was so terrifying. Slowly, his energy to fight the mysterious man disappeared. "But, you can still get what you want. Ten virgin girls' blood will help you increase your wealth; you must do it every two years. otherwise, everything will be in vain. Even though you failed, your blood was enough to add to my strength overnight. I appreciate it. Don't do anything stupid to me again; we're done." The mysterious man moved deeper into the dar

It was worse than falling into a shark tank, but it was the closest possible equivalent. "I need you to try your very best to keep calm," I said. Though I knew how useless it was to try and tell someone to be calm, I had no other choice right now. "I need you to know if you have a panic attack, if your body goes into shock, then your heart will only pump blood faster. Then, instead of a small trickle of blood that is slowly filling the napkin, it will be an overflow of it." We would only be in a worse situation than we were. It would be almost impossible to stop the vampires from advancing.

- How is Maris? - She didn't even dare to move. Perhaps because he was afraid that the garlic water tank would open. While the two men gloated about having subdued the female vampire, in the dark underground prison, Maris kept moaning in pain. She cannot heal herself when every day, William only gives her a little blood. The pipe hanging down from the top of the glass cage is where he puts the blood into. She didn't even dare leave this position because she was worried that if she didn't get here in time, blood would fall to the floor. Her eyes were always glued to it and waiting.

I have no right to complain because I brought this upon myself, if I had just kept still at least I would be free. Mr. Vamps is still keeping his distance. The reason being he is afraid to tear me up or he dreads to look at me. I heard from Ingrid that when he is angry he hides inside his room afraid to lose control. The room was forbbiden and no one was allowed inside it. She said I was the first one who entered it after it had been declared no entry. It's a pity that my luck was in fact a curse that took away my happiness.

I said and made to hold his hand, he handed it in the air and enters on his own. He entered and I gave Anne a warning look before closing the door, Albert is not like other men, she'd better stay out of the way. "How did you do it?, the last prey is whose blood will restore your power, but I'm yet to sacrifice him, so how did you do it?" I asked. "We used another seven vampires, what's keeping you from bringing the last prey?,did you love him so much that you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him?" he asked.

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

They moved with a liquid grace that didn’t care about physics, like rules were optional. The first clash became a chaotic bloodbath, instantly. A massive Lycan warrior swung a broadsword straight for a Vampire soldier’s neck. The Vampire didn’t even bother to draw a weapon. He just lifted a hand and a whip of glowing dark-red blood-magic snapped into existence from his palm, shattering the Lycan’s iron blade like it was brittle glass, then slicing clean through the warrior’s armor. “They’re using blood-magic!” Jace’s voice cut through everything. They can manipulate the iron in our blood if they get too close!

I ran down the stairs as screams filled my ears and terror flooded my veins. I sprinted to the front door of the pack house and flung it open— revealing rogues and pack members everywhere tackling, biting, ripping, and killing each other. My eyes squeezed shut, and my hands plugged my ears, praying that this was not real. After taking a few deep breaths I peeled them open again, but nothing has changed, and I began to panic. With only one thing on my mind, I was now determined to fight with everything I had.