Sanguine Vampires Novels & Stories

No human was a match for the two together. "I don't think you are aware of the situation here," Francis seethed to both of them. "Human girls are going missing by the day. It's mass femicide! They are being murdered by vampires in the area, and it is him," Francis pointed at Sol, "Who is the culprit?" Serin scoffed, "I can assure you that my friend has had no part in the tragedies of what has been happening. Neither of us drinks from living humans. We collect the blood from willing participants only. They are blood donors."

Figures emerged, their eyes glinting with a crimson hue. Marienne found herself surrounded by an army of vampires, eager to get their hands on her and deliver her to their king. Their fangs protruded hungrily from their lips, their eyes radiating with hatred. It was a testament to the years of animosity they held towards Visenya and her kind in general. They lunged towards her, their movements swift and synchronized, but she was faster. With a single motion of her hands, flames erupted from her fingertips, engulfing them in a blanket of fire. Their unearthly screams pierced the night, a symphony of agony and fury.

Silas huffed Fanger was the term used to describe men and women who liked having their blood sucked by vampires, some hoped to be turned someday and others just enjoyed the feeling. Most fangers were essentially walking blood bags, they had their own special rooms in the catacombs, but some Vamps prefer to feed while having sex. At the thought of this I couldn’t help but to rub the two scars on my skin above my clavicle, I never considered myself a fanger, but I guess in some ways I basically was one, except it was only with one vampire. The vamps don’t tell the fangers, but the ones hoping to be turned, never will be and all of them get discarded when they can’t produce blood fast enough be

But there was more than that. "You don't understand, Abu. It was fate!" Stephan stated. "Fate?! What do you mean?" Zanea interrupted. Stephan looked at Kram and Kram nodded his head to him, allowing him to send the message. "There is a prophecy," Stephan paused for a while and Abu could see the fear in his eyes. He sharpened his gazes at him and asked, "What is the prophecy about?" Stephan took a deep breath and braced himself, "There once a prophecy that there would be an angel who will soon mate a vampire and will bear a vampire-angel hybrid, who will multiply their lineage and will create a massive war among all creatures and all will fight for life and death."

The Sanguinite is a rare and mythical material known for its lethality against vampire royalty. Sanguinite stakes are infused with the essence of the ancient mage royal bloodline and imbued with potent mystical properties. These formidable weapons were designed for the sole purpose of maintaining control over the Vampire royals, given the ineffectiveness of conventional wooden stakes against them.

Xavier's pov: My name is Xavier Fernandes, A full-blooded vampire from the Dracula lineage and the head vampire of my clan. Vampires, they said, cannot walk during the day, because we react to the sun, but due to the nature of my blood which my people call the Golden Blood, I can walk around during the day and more perfectly at nightfall

I ran, with my fists clenched as hard as I could, to my room. I didn't want Godiva to find out about my dark side before we got married. That would be a significant obstacle that could drive her away from me. I had to hide my and Pollux's activities until Godiva was truly ours. I went straight into the bathroom to clean myself up. I saw the red-colored rinse water on the bathroom floor. Why do those damn vampires have to bleed? Fucking hell! That was what made me hate them. Sanguine Shadows had modified their chromosomes to come out during the day and have blood to mingle with humans. The truce between the Sanguine Shadows and the werewolf race prevented me from simply slaying them.

Currently, vampires consist of four types. The first type of vampire is known as the nightwalker vampires. They are the ‘children’ under Ambrogio, which he’s able to transfer his abilities through his saliva. The saliva injected to the blood, which causes changes to the person affected by it. Though they are not as powerful as Ambrogio, they have super strength, speed, senses, vision, atomize, and they are lesser immortals. Ambrogio’s curses are also passed down upon them, where they would die if they were exposed to sunlight and silver.

“The Blood Abbey. A rogue sect of witches and vampires who practice forbidden arts. They have existed for centuries… shadow to shadow, feeding on souls.” Seraphine nodded grimly. “They are the last surviving wielders of Sanguis Vinculum. And they want the Healer’s heart. Not to kill her. To use her.” My pulse slammed against my ribs. Alejandro’s flame cracked across the room like a whip. “No one uses my mate.”

Katherine's voice cut through the silence like a scalpel through flesh. "Let me explain exactly what sanguine sanguis servatur does to its victim." She walked to the centre of the room, and all their eyes followed her. "It spreads like cancer," she said, each word deliberate. "Its slow and merciless. First, it carves a mark into your skin—a sigil that burns itself into your flesh to announce that the debt has come due. The mark glows at first, bright as a brand. And then..." She paused, letting the horror build. "Then it begins to fade. Every day, a little dimmer. A little greyer. And as the light dies, so do you."