Sanguine Vampires Novels & Stories

Witches came to camp in the boundaries of venngreberg in disguise,vampires there were too weak to smell their presence except a little boy with special abilities called Perseus,he saw through the disguise but couldn't do anything because he was only a boy unless he goes to venngreberg and inform the king

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

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.

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.

The woman coughed up blood into her face, the look on that face priceless to her “now you and yours are ours” she said into that womans face The woman stared as a moan of pain made it passed the mouth full of blood “say it” she demanded “yours...” the woman said coughing up blood She took out the stake and used the tip to cut a line on her wrist offering it to the woman who had fallen on her knees. The woman spit out whatever was in her mouth then took her hand taking her wrist to her mouth and pulling her blood and her eyes closed at the ecstasy of the vampire feeding, which shouldn’t have happened , the woman hadn’t bit her. Either way she pulled that hair, the woman complied and her lips

whisper. Silence answered him, broken only by the distant sounds of his pack members stirring. Then, a soft chuckle echoed through the hallway, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Mocking. Everything was mocking him. "My, my," a silky voice purred. "The great Alpha Magnus, reduced to prowling his own halls like a common guard dog." Guard dog. That's all he was. All he'd ever be. Magnus's lips curled back in a snarl, revealing elongated canines. "You dare trespass on Lunar Haven territory?" he snapped, his eyes scanning the shadows. "Your kind isn't welcome here, leech." Unwelcome. Like everything else in his life. The vampire materialized before him, its pale form seeming t

And far away, in the heart of the vampire capital, a circle of elders lit the old fire and whispered her name like a curse. Tatiana Sanguine. The heir. The key. The storm.

She was a traitor to an alpha she claimed she loved, I would’ve killed her as soon as I had Elise in my grasp, but maybe she could be useful yet. Finally, I reached the conference room where Caius Sanguine, the head of the Sanguine Clan, sat in his chair, swilling a glass of blood in his hand as he stared at me with boredom in his eyes. Blood, it was a nasty habit and a weakness, deprive a vampire of blood for a few days and they’d be useless. Apparently, shifter blood was a rare delicacy for the vampires, but Caius was a smart enough vampire to not attempt it, though I did see the way he eyed up my neck briefly as I entered the room.

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.