The Blood Of The Vampire Novels & Stories

I asked. "Does it matter?" "Yes, I can't just drink someone's blood without knowing its source" I cried out. I felt nauseous from just talking about it but I knew it was long digested into my system, there was no way it'd come out. "Just know it's not from a dead Man" he simply replied. "Why?" "A dead man's blood is poisonous to a vampire, that's why you should stay away from the morgue or cemetery in a bid to feed" he explained and I felt disgusted.

Andros looked very angry with his whole body very thick blood red. For this one thing, look what will happen to humans who have turned into vampires and the vampires, these blood-sucking creatures. *****

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

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.

The doctor ran her eyes around the lab looking for someone to help her, and huffed. -When I don't need help, there's a lot of people around me, bothering me, and now, when I really need there's no one -she grumbled as she stood up and went to the 'cooler'-a kind of refrigerator specific to store blood- and took a vial of human blood, another one with vampire blood, another one with wolf blood and another one with blood altered by the drug DroPaCem and took them with her to the microscope.

He didn't know much about holy blood. William laughed lightly, he turned to face Christoper. "All right, I'll explain. Holy blood is precious blood for the vampire nation. There are only a few humans in various worlds who have that blood, and if a vampire drinks that blood. He will be immortal and will not be able to die even with the weapon I have, his strength will also increase ... " " Enough! I understand, and I will not let Edward succeed in carrying that holy blood. " Christoper clenched his fists, his jaw hardened to hold back his anger.

He felt alone and helpless. Thin streams of blood flowing from the vampire's wounds stained the Nulliard's face. One of them flowed like a bloody snake into the nostril, the other into the limply parted mouth, the rest flowed randomly over the velvet dark steel skin, speckled with scratches, dripping onto the ground and staining the grass crimson. The world around them ceased to exist for them

“If you love blood and what you want to do with it, then that’s it.” “Damn, creativity.” My wife clicked her tongue in annoyance, making him laugh more. “Blood is a thick liquid form; you must shape it according to your liking.” With an amused smile, Vladimir added, and for some reason, I shivered like Ceres was here with us. Damn, sinister vampires. “Mother-in-law will kill you if Roxanne dies in the process.” I heard Minerva’s comment, making Vladimir pout. Imagine a charming adult trying to be cute to his wife—erk.

Alaric muttered, and with it came the low, grumbling voice. "Perhaps," Horacio replied, having overheard the King's words, "his blood did not mix well with the venom on our fangs. The vampire, being of the undead, possesses no blood within its veins. This is due to the fact that the entirety of their blood supply has been frozen in time since the moment of their transformation into a creature of the night. “F*ck!” Neither of them anticipated the other's sudden approach. A projectile, resembling that of a bullet fired from a firearm, hurtled through the air with alarming speed in their direction. If caution is not exercised, the two individuals are likely to succumb to its grasp.

The place where fear had once lived and been replaced by something harder. “Interesting,” she murmured. She turned away at last, drifting toward the shelves carved into the stone walls. Her fingers brushed over objects older than memory—rings blackened with age, bones etched with runes, coins from fallen empires. She lifted a small vial filled with dark, sluggish liquid. “This,” she said, holding it up, “is the blood of a vampire who believed rage made him righteous.” She tilted the vial slightly. The liquid inside shifted unnaturally.