Manic Panic Vampire Blood Novels & Stories

My heart raced wildly as I recalled the legends and myths surrounding vampires, their eyes turning black in the throes of bloodlust. My breath caught in my throat as I stumbled backward, my eyes never leaving Draco's advancing form. A sharp pain shot through my elbow as a thorn pricked my skin, drawing forth a small but significant drop of blood. The metallic scent filled the air, and I could feel Draco's craving intensify, his gaze fixed on the crimson droplets. Panic surged within me, knowing that the scent of my blood would only heighten Draco's craving. I needed to escape, to find safety before it was too late.

Laura looked at me with even more compassion in her eyes. “Then, that’s why you were craving blood,” she told me. “When a vampire is extremely stressed, worried, or upset in any way, they crave blood. It’s kind of like the equivalent of alcohol. It’s perfectly normal. The important thing is that you controlled it, and nobody got hurt. That’s what makes you different than them, Ruby,” she said, pointing out the window and across the campus where the isolation house was. That’s where the vampires that can’t control their urges live. Ruby shuddered at the thought of being sent there.

As the vampires closed in, Scott's eyes locked onto mine, desperation burning within, with extraordiny effort, he summoned the last vestiges of his mana. The earth trembled, responding to Scott's call.Boulders shifted, blocking the path between the vampires and us. A makeshift barricade formed, protecting us from the snarling horde.But the cost was dire. Scott coughed up blood, his face pale. His body trembled, exhausted from the immense strain. Scott's body went limp, his eyes closing as he lost consciousness. Panic set in as I watched him fall, but before I could react, a new terror emerged. Gigantic spiders crawled from the darkness. Scott's body relaxed, his chest barely rising with shal

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

I can't kill myself before I even have the chance to escape. I left my room and tiptoed down the empty corridor. The room was dark and silent like a graveyard. Any wrong move from me and I'm sure the whole house would wake up. Vampires has sensitive ears, so I must be careful with the way I move about. When I got to the end of the hallway, I rounded the corner only to bump into a guy. I yelped in surprise and stumbled back. When I looked up, I found a dark haired fair skinned man looking down at me with a predatory smile. His red eyes were glowing and scary. I could see the tip of his fangs.

It was convenient that I couldn’t feel the icy chill as I reached in and pulled out a pouch of blood. I sunk into a chair, head tipped back as I drained the contents of the blood bag in under a second. I was hungrier than I’d thought. I sat there, eyes closed, just letting myself relax as that edge of bloodlust was satiated. It wasn’t enough. It would never be. But it was good enough to keep me in check. These pouches were the only thing stopping me from pulling Lena close and sinking my fangs into her neck. When I opened my eyes, I found I was not alone.

The team huddled closer, their fear palpable, but I couldn’t let them scatter. “Hold your ground. Watch the shadows.” A blur erupted from the darkness, a male vampire with crimson eyes charging straight for Hansel. My instincts kicked in. I lunged, tackling the vampire mid-stride, my shoulder screaming as we hit the ground. His claws raked my arm, drawing blood, but I pinned him down, my weight crushing his chest. He snarled, fangs gleaming, his strength unnatural as he thrashed beneath me.

She breathes heavily hoping that by morning that she would feel better. Lane was driving home from work, he hoped that his daughter, Nina would stay indoors just as she promised him before he left for work in the morning. He also noticed that there were many dead bodies found in the woods today. He wished that there was a way to get rid of vampires with the flicker of his hands. As music boomed in the SUV. He nodded his head, he wasn't aware that a lurker was in front of him. Before he noticed it was too late, he swerved to the left and ended up crashing into the woods. His windshield collided with the rough barks of the tree, shattering into several pieces. His head hit the steering wheel.

Vic, the ruthless vampire leader, led his bloodthirsty cohorts through the streets, leaving devastation in their wake. Vic, his eyes glinting crimson in the sunlight, reveled in the pandemonium he unleashed. His voice, commanding and cold, echoed through the tumultuous scene. "Behold, my minions! The time has come to assert our dominance over these feeble humans. Let their screams be the symphony of our triumph!"

"I will tell you where Saint Santillana is." "How will we know when we win?" Savienna asked. "Oh easy, if I and my precious daughter are dead too." This game is hella crazy! The human zombies referred to by Deus began to approach us one by one. And I immediately got nervous, be calm Sabrina don't panic. Don't let your bloodlust consume you, don't panic. Be calm and just breathe. Don't Panic. Be calm. Breathe. I always remind myself. My bloodlust can't come out, I can't hurt Savienna, Pierce, or Psalm. Don't they? Not them. I have not yet controlled my bloodlust so it is dangerous when it suddenly wakes up. I might even hurt my loved ones.