New Blood Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.

I don’t know why she was being such a bitch about the situation. Yeah, maybe I was being a dick myself calling her names, but why the fuck would she try to reject me like that? I’m sure since she didn’t know how to do an official rejection, then she also probably didn’t know how much of a big deal it was. If she’d done it right, I would have felt the severance of the bond, but how much worse could it actually hurt than what it did? The fact she gave me her blood to heal me, only made my feelings stronger. I never knew blood could taste so good and now I was craving hers like a drug. It’s a real fucked up situation to crave something you can never have again. Now all I felt was anger.

She just was a damn normal life If only she knew about the raging storm that was about to enter her life, making her hope that she never existed. Hey guys, this is my new creation and I have a lot planned for this book. Do like and comment to let me know how it is. I really need your feedback on this one :) Yes, it is a dark romance and it will have lots and lots of erotic stuff. Until next time.

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

He didn’t need more issues that he already has, so I kept silent, yet my mind couldn’t. On the twentieth blue moon, a new Luna will take her place, and noble blood will be spilled for the sake of the throne. Darkness will fall, and betrayal will tear the pack apart; one a galloper, one a fellow. With the new blood's arrival, the curse will remain still. No magic can save the warrior's wretched fate, only the blood of his newborn can do.

I looked like someone who just survived a freaking tornado. Lest I forget, I was fucked naked right in the middle of dead bodies like a damn final destination shit. Was I supposed to have nightmares about that too? No. It felt thrilling. Would I be insane if I said I wanted to do such thing again. Each time I opened my eyes from how Martil rammed his dick into my pussy, I saw those dead bodies sprayed on the floor covered in blood in the living room. On the group where I was with Percy and Davin, Percy sent a message, asking how I was doing. For some reason, I hadn’t seen Davin in like three weeks and I felt angry with myself that I didn’t act like I was bothered.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

“We already know the answer to that, don’t we, Xena?” I let him have his moment. For now. And just like that, our world shifted. Not with war. Not with blood. But with a single vow, sealed beneath a Venetian sky.

And when they spoke Seren’s name, the Flow pulsed brighter, as though the universe itself were listening. --- The Circle Begins Anew Lyra grew older, her stories growing with her. Each one carried pieces of the truth she could not yet say aloud— that the Blood Moon was not a god, but a heartbeat. That love was not a gift, but a responsibility. And on the night she passed from the world, a new child was born under the same red light, crying to the rhythm of the Flow’s eternal song. Somewhere far beyond,

‘ So, that's why no one approached me, You even threatened these college students, Arav, You are pathetic, ’ I thought and cursed him again. * Hey.. I know you guys are upset with slow updating, but I'm trying my best to update 3 to 4 chapters a week as there is a story that I'm updating daily “ Dark Shades Of Vampire's Love ”. It's erotica+ werewolf/vampire genre and most importantly, it's free for now and have updated more than 20k words. Please check out this one, it's worth your reading.