The Blood Of The Vampire Novels & Stories

he interjected with amusement, "how potent a vampire becomes when they imbibe the blood of a werewolf. And I am no ordinary werewolf. I carry royal blood within me." "Now, if we wish to avoid turning this hallowed arena into a battleground, I propose a challenge. A duel to prove who is truly worthy of the throne. Draven, let us engage in a time-honored tradition among our kind: the Vladimir Bloodfang." Dexter proclaimed. The mention of the ancient ritual drew hushed whispers from the spectators, who understood the gravity of such a challenge. In vampire lore, Vladimir Bloodfang is a legendary title bestowed upon the winner of a duel between two vampires vying for the throne. It symbolizes th

Mayra yelled in panic, and my mind short-circuited. I didn’t know what came at me, but I immediately put Winter on the couch again and extended the nail of my index finger. I looked for something in which I could collect the blood and found an empty vial in the crash cart. “What are you trying to do, Maddie?” Mayra asked me while someone else entered the room. “My blood. That vampire died miserably after I injected him with my blood. My blood is like a poison to him. And a poison can be counterbalanced with another poison, right?” I replied absentmindedly and slashed my palm deeply, holding it over the vial.

Today we celebrate the joining of two souls into one. The elder grabbed the chalice and splashed it towards where Nikolai and I stood. I flinched, expecting the blood to splatter us, but to my amazement, the blood swirled around us. It was odd because while I had witnessed the elder mixing the blood together you could now tell that the blood had come from two individuals. I tried to recall the times I had seen Nikolai’s blood, trying to determine if it had been different than mine, but every time I pictured it, it was the same dark red color. One swirl of blood was a deep red color with flickers of tungsten appearing throughout it. I could tell that this was Nikolai’s blood. Tungsten was a s

His heart raced as if it was about to pound out of his chest. "Please don't kill me," he begged as I looked around at the bloody mess. What a blast it is to be a vampire. I caressed his cheek with my angelic face before sinking my teeth into his neck. As I drew his blood into my body, he struggled. The copper tasted incredible. His blood was superior to theirs because it was fresher. As I took the last drop, he went limp. I let him go, his body thumping loudly on the wooden floor.

Macchiato was also having a hard time in the darkness. The rain of blood happened as fast as it vanished. As if it was gone as soon as it had a good time destroying the surrounding. Psssssssstttt~ He couldn’t rest at all. The blood on his body suddenly melted his armor. “Vampire…” He knew what had just happened. This must be the work of a vampire. Blood was their specialty after all. 'That dirty bastard!' His eyes shivered as he saw the blood was acting like acidic liquid that melted everything and surely even his tough skin. His jaw was slacked open.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

“I'd give anything to have a father like that.” “Yeah,” she murmured. “I really am.” “Bella, come here,” said Victor. It was a command, not an invitation. “What's that?” she asked, eying the box warily. “It's a supply of blood since human donors aren't practical right now,” he said, lifting the top of the cooler to reveal six one-pint bags filled with dark red liquid. Now she understood what the confusing mixture of scents had been. Blood behaved a lot like food to vampires. When it was hot and fresh, coursing through the vein, its scent was easy to distinguish. When it was chilled or frozen, the scent lingered but wasn't overpowering.

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

As my knees gave way, the blood loss making my head light, I slammed the blade into the side of her neck. Before she could react, I yanked it out and dug it in again. She roared, writhing against me, and I clung to her like a limpet. I sawed the blade back and forth, its small length hardly up to the task. It would have to do. It was the only hope I had. My blood – she was full of my blood. A vampire’s power came from human blood. As quickly as I was sawing, the wound was healing. I gritted my teeth, held my woozy head up as best I could, and sliced into the newly formed skin on her neck.