New World Blooddrinker Location Novels & Stories

Tears streamed from her eyes as she hiccuped beside me. I balled my hand in a fist and pressed the accelerator. I tuned the radio to slow music, filling the silence with some sort of calmness. For the rest of the ride, I didn't bother giving her a glance. The Sun Blood Pack was located at the east of the Norland forest. It used to be an unoccupied space - and the reason it was the perfect hideout for me and my friends. Slowly, I navigated through the woods, towards the familiar path that led to my cabin. It might be small, but it was the safest place for me in the world.

I didn't answer I just walked past them to the center of the room. I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders, pushing out the last of the tension still clinging to me. "What do we have?" Trevor didn't hesitate. He walked to a desk, holding up a few sheets of paper. "Our scouts confirmed an exact location. Shadow Blood pack, it's on the coast of the Northern District. A stronghold. It’s the base." Trevor read out. The prisoner didn't lie. Atleast now we had an exact location. Nothing was standing between me and my sweet revenge.

Kieran asked, looking like he’s about to explode from second hand embarrassment and impatience. Noir took a deep then twriled the glass filled with human blood that was sitting beautifully on his ring and middle finger. The blood felt warm on the palm of his hands. He took a sip, then smiled. The blood tasted delicious. The human must’ve died a painless death for the blood to taste this delicious. “It is harvested from the maiden whom the servants passed by when they traveled to the east.” Mephisto replied, reading Noir’s mind. Noir smiled and said, “No wonder it’s delicious. Brother.”

I adjusted Bellezza’s body on my shoulder. “Hand me the monk’s blood,” I ordered, as I extended my free hand, “and get ready to run.” Morgan handed me a small glass bottle containing a green-colored substance called the monk’s blood and strapped the bag to his chest tighter. When this blood combines with the clear substance on the ground, also known as the Dricola, the oil of a dragon’s fang, hymns would erupt. This should show us the portal’s entrance and it would only stay up for 10 seconds.

“How do I destroy the magic guarding the southern packs?” The seer stood motionless for a beat, then lifted a trembling hand and pointed toward me. “You already know the answer. But you’ve buried it.” I frowned. “Speak clearly.” He inhaled slowly. “The blood needed… is the Blood of Elarion. Pure. Ancient. Sacrosanct. The only blood that can break the Fullbinding.” “Where do I find it?” His answer came like the chime of a death bell. “It flows in Georgia.”

The room fell silent, and every individual present bowed in submission. "And bring Asama Erza to me. I need blood," he added, leaving no room for discussion. Draven departed the hall, craving solitude and the sustenance only fresh blood could provide. He retreated to his chambers, where the skin of a wolf adorned the walls—a grim reminder of their ancient feud with the werewolves. Vampires, older and more traditional than their rivals, shunned modern conveniences, clinging to their ancient ways.

Hey Alphas. I took a midnight wolf runner back a day early. My spirit is thirsty. Come claim me at the Silver Fang Tavern at six.” "There is a blood-heart symbol at the end of his link," Zuberi whispered, a massive, predatory grin spreading across his face. "My seer crystals call that a perfect omen."

"You are so close, Chloe. Just give me the address and I am all yours." It looks like the little vampire girl needed more motivation. I flipped one of my claws and dragged it across my skin a bit to draw blood. I took some blood on the tip of my finger then rubbed it on her lips. She licked her lips desperately. "M...more!" she purred and bared her fangs, but I pushed her off. "No, address first," I demanded. Chloe hesitated, then let out a sigh. "Fine, I'll tell you. Their base is inside an abandoned mental institution. People don't go there because they think it's haunted." She giggled.

I asked, raising the glass at eye-level like a scientist and savored it again for a better taste. "No honey," Mom said again. "It's breast milk." I spew a mouthful of it out. Mom had to step back and cover herself. "What did you just say?" I blurted, half choking. Mom quickly went to the bathroom to get a towel. She got back and started cleaning up the mess as I looked on. "That's the closest thing to human blood we can find for you," she told me at last. "Some are from people who donate it to the orphanages and some..."

(Clarence’s POV) “Your Highness, we found it.” Marco’s voice came through the comms, crackling with excitement. “The lady’s scent. We found the last place it was detected.” Clarence’s heart stopped, then began to hammer against his ribs. “Where?” “An abandoned church south of the city, near the riverbank. It’s a remote area, Your Highness, and…” Marco’s voice turned cautious. “There have been reports of vampire hunter activity there recently.”