Sanguine Vampires Novels & Stories

Either way, the situations were being handled and efficiently, so we didn’t feel compelled to overanalyse it. When a sanguidae goes on a killing spree, as vicious as the attacks are, the chances of humans ever discovering them is slim to none. Humans hold to their folklores very tightly, so what they know about what they call ‘vampires’ is vastly different from their real life counterparts. So a human is only likely to think ‘vampire’ if someone shows up exsanguinated with two puncture marks on their necks in the dead of night, which as comical as that is, does allow real sanguidae to operate in perfect obscurity.

The man stopped abruptly, almost falling backwards as he did so and muttered a few drunken slurs that were unintelligible, even to a vampire. Feeling his hunger reach its peak, he bared his fangs at the man and snarled just as a strike of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating his figure. Absolutely terrified but still drunk, the man turned on his heel and tried to run away only to trip over, landing in a puddle. He waited until the man had gotten back to his feet and then captured him in a strong grip from behind, sinking his fangs deep into his neck. Guzzling down the warm, sticky blood, he couldn't stop himself even as the bitter taste caused by alcohol hit the back of his throat. I

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.

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

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.