New Blood Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Hello, my amazing readers! ❤️ First, I want to sincerely apologize for keeping you waiting. I know it’s been a while since the last update of Blood and Moonlight, and I’m truly sorry for the delay. Life demanded my attention for a bit, but not a single day passed without me thinking about this story and all of you who have stayed with me on this journey. Your patience, love, comments, and support mean the world to me. Every vote, every message, and every bit of encouragement has reminded me why I started writing this story in the first place.

"I'm not a book you get to flip through whenever you want." I turned and walked ahead, jaw tight, hoping the conversation would die there. But he caught up fast. His hand closed gently but firmly around my arm, pulling me to a stop. "I didn't read you," he said calmly. "Your shield's changed. It's thicker now. That only happens after feeding. That's how I knew." I yanked my arm free, heat flaring in my chest. "Okay? So what now?" I snapped. "You want to throw a feast in honor of Aliyah's first deer blood? Maybe light a few candles? Say a prayer?"

“Diego!” My scream echoed through the hallway as he dropped to one knee, his hand clutching his side. Blood soaked through his white shirt like red ink on paper. I ran to him, heart pounding, legs shaking. “Don’t move,” I whispered, pressing my hands over the wound. He hissed through his teeth. “It’s not deep.” “You’re bleeding all over the floor—how is that not deep?!” “I’ve had worse,” he muttered, trying to push himself up.

A hot little secret that lights me up to the point I can barely think logically anymore. Before I go to my knees for him, I lean into his neck, sucking on the tender flesh there, retouching the marks I left yesterday, making new ones, so there’s no mistake, not ever, who he belongs to. Mine through and fucking through.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

She starts toward the mess, probably planning to clean it up, and I want to tell her not to bother, want to tell her to just leave and take her stupid concern and her circadian rhythms with her. But then she kneels down next to the broken plate and reaches for one of the larger pieces of ceramic. Her hand slips. The edge of the shard catches her palm, cutting a line across it that immediately starts to bleed. She makes a small sound, barely more than a breath, and pulls her hand back. “Leave it,” I say, my voice coming out rougher. “It’s fine. I just need to—” “I said leave it.” She looks up at me, her hand pressed against her stomach now, trying to hide the cut even though I can already see

It was the loan agreement I had signed for Dad just two days ago. The slip read. "Cash advance for next month's tampon expenses." "See? I wasn't lying!" Harper announced. "I told you all the truth. Maddie Cooper here has to borrow money from my dad just to buy tampons. "She's so young, but she's completely wasted and owes our family over 600 thousand dollars. A parasite like her is deeply in debt before she's even earned a single dime. Who knows how she's squandering her money behind our backs?

She didn’t even flinch, she stretched on him grabbing a small sip from the wine of the bedside table, her eyes blown wide the pupils were dilated , and wide that they nearly swallowed her irises she's high. She looked very weird, and high on the poison she was feeding him. “Put the toy away, little ghost,” she sneered, her lips curling in disgust. “Did you think a gun would make you an Alpha? Did you think you would appear here to undo our love for each other.” She stepped closer to Kieran, leaning down on him as he look off her robe. “ The gas is already in his blood, he belongs to me , just waiting for his Rut to kick in.”

She has no idea how badly she has stolen my heart! Her scent is hypnotizing and makes me crave her even more. After we made love, the smell of her blood became more vital, making me want to taste her as I thrust my cock into her as she exploded. However, I am a gentleman and would never do it without her permission. Feeding on each other’s blood is a very intimate part of bonding for Bampires. It Is sacred and beautiful.