Sanguine Vampires Novels & Stories

Though complete hunger was imprinted all over his face when he can't get over that delicate smell, he must preserve that blood, just like preserving a wine. “This fucking is bad,” Raverine seethed, realizing that he acted out of impulse when the rifleman fired. He can’t simply grab the woman and kidnap her. That woman is a cop. A brawl must come between first before Raverine could preserve the human blood. He drained his motorbike's fuel until he got away from the Cecil building. The blood that all the dying vampires crave. The blood that will give them their abilities back. The rarest blood that they thought was completely gone and dead.

He bows to her. “If you have vampires in your group, why do you need blood from us?” Talvin’s question makes perfect sense. “They are not pure-blooded. We need blood from a pure-blooded vampire.” “So, human turned will not be a good choice?” I question. “They will become full vampires once they change. Their DNA changes when they do; that is not the same for us. Our kind masks any form of vampire DNA within their systems. This causes them to lose blood faster and grow weaker faster. I understand if this is not something you wish to do. Either way, we will make sure the path is cleared for your departure whenever you decide to go. You will not see us or sense us as you take your leave or retu

Tantario was most likely busy searching for his beloved Aira, so he also did not pose a threat. Vragenn grinned smugly as he ripped open the throat of yet another innocent person. The unfortunate ones, enslaved by the will of the vampire king, could only await their unenviable fate in horror. The Lord’s hands were up to the elbows in blood, and the entire perimeter of the floor of the room was covered with scarlet liquid.

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

It gathered around, thickening and bristling so that all who came in contact with it were immediately rebuffed by its scorching heat and rough edges. The vampires waged a bloody war against the Brevians, ripping off flesh and digging out hearts. They fed on the blood of their victims after every kill, thereby getting stronger and fiercer. The Brevians fled for their lives after seeing their comrades drop down in alarming amounts. The vampires chased after them, killing them with shocking speed. By midnight, over five thousand Brevian soldiers lay dead. The vampires fed on their blood until they could drink no longer then they faced the Jaresh empire's central city.

I summon **Sanguine Eclipse**—blood ocean manifesting high above the Thames, churning violent, freezing into billions of crimson shards sharp as judgment. *Ultimate Activated: Planetary AoE – Swarm Debuff eighty percent* Shards rain like hellfire—impaling tendrils mid-whip, pinning beasts to ground in exploding gore, ichor spraying black fountains. *Enemies Destroyed: thirty thousand in first volley* Vampires blur into the storm—Julian at forefront, fangs sinking deep, draining essence mid-fall, bodies exploding from overfill. SEALs and Marines advance relentless—rifles cracking thunder, void-piercing rounds punching through carapace with wet cracks.

He looked at himself in the rearview mirror and flipped his hair. “Do you have a name?” His icy voice asked from the back and I turned in my seat to look at him. “Saratan…Saratan Credi.” “Saratan,” he tested the name on his tongue and frowned as though he found it wanting, “If you had been auctioned off, let me tell you what will become of you. If you are lucky, you’ll die in the hands of your first buyer and end your misery early. If not, you’ll be used and sold again, passed on to countless more vampires until you are old and worthless. Once you are of no use to anyone and your blood is flavorless, they wouldn’t hesitate to leave you in a dumpster out to die. Feeders corp. might act like

Vic, the ruthless vampire leader, led his bloodthirsty cohorts through the streets, leaving devastation in their wake. Vic, his eyes glinting crimson in the sunlight, reveled in the pandemonium he unleashed. His voice, commanding and cold, echoed through the tumultuous scene. "Behold, my minions! The time has come to assert our dominance over these feeble humans. Let their screams be the symphony of our triumph!"

Kandreah’s POV Sanguineabyss is a vast subrealm within Wengarthria. So big that it could be a realm in its own right. Mud and blood are squelching beneath our feet. Its name is warranted by all means. Sanguine means blood in Latin. And this shithole really looks like an abyss of blood. The sky above us is a horizon saturated with ruby and crimson tones, reminding me of bloodied curtains of some perverse shit show while the smell of blood is flowing through all of my senses. I could live without blood for a long time as long as I have a regular influx of necromancy within me.

Around him, the crimson stone of the Spire’s great hall stretched in obscene ceremony— glowing braziers painting sin across the walls and skin alike, the shadows dancing with predatory intent. Every breath was a baptism in something feral: incense and blood, sweat and death, musk and desire twisted into something unholy. And beneath it all, a scent that turned his stomach and tightened his gut— copper and rot, ancient and masculine. Vampire. The sound came next. A low-throated moan, a hum that pulsed like an unseen flogger against the meat of his bones. “Sanguine princeps… stella crimson… nova aurora…”