The Blood Of The Vampire Novels & Stories

Addiction is a vise clutching one’s arteries, venules, and veins, all the blood vessels. Even if they are filled with sinful cells, composed of nutrition from humans. His blood was as red as a human’s because in appearance they didn’t look different. Only he knew how black it was in levels indiscernible to the sharpest eyes, of his own kind, of vampires.

Several times Alexis grabbed the evil vampire's neck there with her left hand, and immediately drank all the blood from the vampire. Cameron became unfocused when he saw this. How can a vampire hunter become a vampire? And how can a new born vampire drink the blood of other vampires? He just kept wondering there. But as much as possible Cameron refocused with all his movements there at this time. Some of the vampire hunters in Adrian and Alexis' troops even started getting injured. And the psychics who keep trying to focus on casting protective and weakening spells for the evil vampires who are there. Some evil vampires have even died lying on the ground. Alexis was moving so fast it was alm

They are the results of my blood, sweat, tears and sacrifice. I am the god of Alkhemi. No other King is a match for me. Not the Vampire King. Not Lust who is the head of the Land of Avsky. And definitely not the Lycan King. Rome spits out blood. My eyes widen as I notice its color — it is red. Dark red blood. This must be the reason why his blood is the cure.

“You are bleeding?” “I…” She stammered, her cheeks coloring, and he realized that she was bleeding as a result of the rape. “It’s not that bad.” “Hmm,” he evaluated her. “Let me know if that changes.” “I’m thinking no to that,” she said, wide eyed and shaking her head. “What can you do? And I am… Not letting you do to me what they did.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I do not rape. But I am a vampire,” he bared his teeth and used his tongue to probe his canine. “If I did not have the ability to heal when I drink, those that I drink from would bleed profusely and possibly die.”

Hudson unfolds the paper and I tiptoed to narrate the message: “If you want to see your pretty boy again, deliver 15 million dollars in reparation for damages done to my blood bank. Contact me at xxx-xxx-xxxx tomorrow before noon to set up a meeting.” The blood bank was vital to the Vampires. Blood was required to satiate their hunger and cravings. Without it, they would experience tremendous pain, and to prevent their bodies from drying up, they would turn on the humans. Even though human feeding was outlawed and abolished, their primary instincts for survival would overpower their resistance.

While she stood there wondering what to do next. Then it came across her mind to make use of her powers to control them since she had not started transforming yet like them because she was still too young but she has the blood in her vain, which means she can communicate with them through her eyes and can make them calm down to listen, command them to do as she pleases. Finally, she was able to control them down to the basement and cage them in there and went to bed wondering how she would look like when transforming into a werewolf.

Rufus was gone. Good. As I sat up I noticed how truly sticky and wet I was. It was far greater than I’d experienced before. It struck me that something was wrong. Grateful that a fire was still lit in my fireplace, I grabbed a lighting stick and lit the small candle at my bedside. Holding it over the bed, I gasped in disgust. There, in the middle of an enormous pool of blood was the remains of my unborn vampire child. Once again I’d shed my body of his unwanted seed. Only, this time, I’d done it without the excruciating ordeal of a magical abortion.