Novel & Cerita The Blood Of The Vampire

he apologized. “It’s fine. I am still alive anyway,” she said and when she was about to disengage, at the same time, Jade pushed her to the side in a swift and she saw his hand on the neck of a female vampire where he raised his other hand to attack. “I’m a Nightblood,” the female vampire said before he would attack her and Amber saw Jade release his hand from her neck. Amber guessed that she was on their side and she asked Jade, “What is Nightblood?”

This was neither the time nor the place, however, and I'm sure that Paul knew it wasn't over. In the meantime, he was adamant that it be more than an agreement but a blood promise, which is an oath that cannot be broken between vampires. It required each of us to share our blood, facilitated by a quick bite to our wrists and then sharing it with the others much like the ceremony that initiated us onto the Council. Alexis gave Kaniji a chilly look when she dared to look at him as if his blood was on the table for the offering, and she swiftly lowered her eyes. No one took blood from an Elder … Well, except for someone so blinded by her own lust that she acted without thought of consequences.

Maybe, he answered Vanessa's question at last, which she failed to hear as she was busy explaining things to Becca. All of a sudden, Alexander sensed something and a vampire jumped on Becca, trying to bite her. “Ah!” she screamed. Alexander ran to her in a haze and pushed the vampire roughly away from her. “Her blood is poisonous for us,” Alexander informed him. Vanessa looked at the male vampire, saying, “If you want to die, feel free to take a bite.” The male vampire grunted, “Fuck.” With that, he ran away. “I am happy that my blood is poisonous,” Becca mumbled and took out the flower Vanessa had put in her hair. “I have seen enough. Let’s see Insworthe Manor.”

"You don't have to do this Kate. I can get someone else to give him blood." "I'm the nearest option," I said gently but firmly. "Let me do this." I pulled my arm away from his hold and took the dagger in the other guy's hand. I held my wrist above the open mouth of the vampire King. His fangs were long and yellow. They terrified me, yet I proceeded. Everyone held their breaths, and I paused for a moment before slitting my wrist. The moment my blood spilled, all hell broke loose.

"Yes! Kill her, my bloodthirsty little servant!" "Give her to me!" She could only turn to stare up at Nicholas again, her vision blurring and distorting as her head continued to swim. Battling between reality and unconsciousness. The vampire simply stared her down. Gazing at her drained and almost lifeless expression. Hearing those sluggish and slowing heartbeats. Her wheezing breaths. There was so much blood pooling somewhere close by. He could feel the potent scent of it. Its mouthwatering aroma. He wanted to slurp it. Lick every last single drop of it. It smelled so incredibly delicious. Unlike anything he'd ever smelt before.

I was losing too much blood. I needed to shift. Or call for my father. Thick and intoxicating. The scent of my blood filled the air like a drug. The vampires stilled, transfixed in their spot. One inhaled deeply, his breath shuddering,his breath shuddering as the smell of fresh blood assaulted his lungs, his eyelids flutter, his lips parting as if savoring the taste on his tongue, another let out a low guttural moan his finger twitching like an addict on the verge of losing control, they seem more rogue, my unhinged

“Let the old power return through you. Let the forgotten rise.” Then everything went white. And Ava screamed. She came back to herself as her body convulsed, energy roaring through her. Her bones shifted, cracking, rearranging. Her veins burned with violet fire. Her eyes flared gold, then deep red, then gold again. She was both vampire and something more—something unspoken. Across from her, Achi’s body pulsed with silvery light. His muscles stretched, his limbs snapping into new form. Fur rippled across his skin but didn’t fully consume him—he wasn’t just turning into a wolf.

Vampire blood. “No!” I tried to scream, shaking my head, but he grinned and forced my mouth open, pouring the thick, metallic liquid down my throat. The taste was overwhelming—cold, sharp, and ancient. It burned as it slid down, and I felt it immediately, pulsing through my veins like fire and ice at the same time. “There we go,” the vampire said, satisfaction dripping from his voice. “Now, you just need one more thing.” My eyes widened in terror as I realized what he meant.

Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day. "Close the window, quick! I don't want them to find me here!" he grunted through laboured breaths. Blood covered him from head to toe, staining his hair and clothes with a deep crimson hue. His once-white locks were now matted with the sticky substance, taking on a rosy tint. The same could be said for his clothes, which had soaked up so much of his blood that they appeared to match the shade of his wounds. As he fought desperately for survival, he appeared utterly helpless and vulnerable, with the hood still concealing his face. I couldn't resist the urge to i