Sanguine Vampires Novels & Stories

"System Command: Inject Protocol. Override the Sanguine Network. Authorization: First Weaver." She drove the glowing brush directly into the obsidian floor. The impact was entirely silent, but the effect was cataclysmic. The glowing red veins beneath the glass floor violently stuttered. A pulse of blinding, flawless cosmic gold erupted from Scarlett’s brush, racing through the Sanguine Source like a divine virus. All across the ballroom, the aristocratic vampires suddenly gasped, clutching their chests. The stolen life-force that sustained their cybernetic and ancient bodies was abruptly cut off.

Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia. The shrieks of the burning pierce the air accompanied by cries of victory from my other sisters as their own battles end and they emerge into the center of the house, enraged and lusting for more. Six of us strike at ground level trying to get to Sylvia, with Jenny still covering us from above, but in the end, she’s overwhelmed. The filthy bloodsucker who gets to her—a dark-haired smokey-eyed male wearing casual clothes and a black

“You see, the man who captured us was a soul collector. I believe the term used today is demon. He was one of many who were capturing humans and bringing them to their world. The unlucky captives ended up the victims of creatures that are called sanguisuge. These sanguisuge slowly drink the blood of their captives until there is no blood left to drink. Then, when the soul leaves the body, they capture it and take it to their master.” “Blood drinking? Like… vampires? Vampires are real?” Nora screeched. “The sanguisuge are not quite a vampire. More like a cousin of the vampire. They drink the blood, but it is more recreation and pleasure than necessity. They do not require blood to

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

"Understand this, Lady Lena. You are not just a supply of blood for the Lord, anybody could provide blood, you are a blood mate. A blood mate is not all that common although a person could have more than one across their lifespan. This means that you are a necessity. And that necessity makes you a target. If his enemies cannot defeat Alistair, they will surely target his blood mate." The seriousness of his words hit me hard. “What really is a blood mate anyway? Does every vampire need one?” I asked curiously. He took a deep breath. “Most vampires want one because the blood of the blood mate gives deep satisfaction, strength and soundness of mind to them as opposed to the plain satisfaction o

“Couples wear them as a token of affection. Goddess Sanguis blesses those who bind themselves with her stones.” Just like werewolves worshipped the Moon Goddess, vampires were the devotees of the goddess Sanguis. That immortal deity had paired those dangerous creatures with soulmate’s bonds, helping them to control their bloodlust. I had read the stories about her justice and valor in school, as different religions in the supernatural world were a compulsory subject for students in the Crystal River Pack. Carlos’s hand brushed mine as we both reached for the amber pair at once, a strange unspoken spark rippling between us. The vendor tilted his head, observing us carefully.

The air felt thick with old magic. “Out! Now!” Sorin yelled, kicking his door open. Edwin carried me out, running toward the ruins. Behind us, the pursuing cars slammed to a halt. Doors flew open. At least six vampires spilled out, eyes glowing red. “Give us the hybrid!” one shouted. Sorin spun around, cracking his neck. “Come take her, assholes.” Edwin set me down behind a crumbling stone wall. “Stay here. Promise me.” “Clark, your shoulder—”

Rowan said, “I know everyone’s tired, but we need to gather the weapons before we can call it a night.” “What about the bodies?” Aster asked. “The sun will take care of them.” “How?” “Dead vampires sort…evaporate in sunlight,” Declan explained, “all that will be left by sundown tomorrow night is the smell.” “Yah,” Samuel said, “and it’s the worst thing you’ll ever smell in your life. Kind of a mix between rotten potatoes and eggs.” “Let’s get to it,” Rowan said and got up, stretching and yawning, “it’s been a long night.”

He pulls back that serious look he had, the same one as when he tried to warn me not to go any further. " Human's blood is the number one blood consumed by vampires, and if they know that they're part of our list they will fight. Knowing about our existence caused many damages in our lines, note that even with all our gifts, strength, and superpower – we had a lot of weakness that overcomes the sun lights.