The Blood Of Vargr Novels & Stories

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

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.

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

I could tell Clara and Alpha Vargus were avoiding each other, they barely stayed close or even exchanged greetings. “I hope Arwan and Bruno get here with the blood soon,” Lavanya blurted out. Alpha Vargus gawked at Lavanya, “Blood?” “We'll explain later,” Lavanya snapped back. Suddenly, Arwan and Bruno rushed in with a large quantity of human blood, “Is this enough?” He asked. “I don't know yet,” the witch announced. “Somebody get a bowl or something.” The blood was poured into a bowl and passed towards me, I glanced at the blood, it was dark red and thick.

With a swift and calculated move, he cut Veronica's hand, causing her to wince in pain. He did this As part of his plans to get the vampire tasty for her blood and then kill her. Drops of her blood fell to the floor, and before anyone could comprehend what was happening, Grimgor's father cleverly manipulated the situation. Using a subtle flick of his wrist, he managed to send Veronica's blood flying towards both the vampire king and unplanned to King Grimgor,

I kicked and hit at whatever it was holding me up, making small sparks fly. Something wet and hot dripped onto my face. I blinked rapidly trying to get the blood out of my eye. It stung from how dry my eyes were and it irritated the wound slightly. Another drop of something warm landed on my shoulder. Another drop dropped on my forehead, burning like fire. I shivered involuntarily as another drop of something cold and slimy dropped on top of me. It stung my skin and I flinched as another drop of something hot landed on my foot. My toes curled under the substance as I tried to pull them further apart to get away from the heat coming from the liquid. Finally, after what felt like hours, the pr

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo

The cult's acolytes were kneeling, as always, their shaved heads bowed, mouths moving in that low hum that sent a wave of unending goosebumps covering my skin, making the walls vibrate in response. In the center of the spiral, Varek reclined on the steps of his altar, robes spilling around him like spilled ink. His smile met me before his eyes did. “Lila,” he purred, voice a velvet drawl that slid under my skin. “Tell me, milady, should I be flattered or frightened by this visit of yours?” “The boy you sent to Blood Nest was vanquished by Rune.” I gritted out. “You should be ashamed, Varek.”

My head slammed against the stone, and the taste of blood filled my mouth as my vision swam. I looked up through the hair covering my face. Luna Saira stood over me, her eyes burning with murderous rage. "How dare you?" she screamed. "How dare you do this?"

Every single one. “She hid you,” I whisper to the empty room. “She fucking hid you.” I picture Helena. Pregnant. Scared. Trusting the wrong people. And then dying while they took her baby away. I let out a roar. Pure rage. No confusion anymore. “That thing,” I say aloud. “That child.” There is no version of this where the child is innocent. That blood carries war. It carries defiance. It carries unfinished business. And then it hits me. Hard.