The Vampire And His Blood Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

I can't see any blood other than the wolf's blood but I can smell vampire blood, I look around trying to find any sign when the smell of eucalyptus and peppermint hits me hard, Nova is going crazy screaming one word over and over "MATE!!!" I turn, looking around the clearing for the source of the alluring smell, until my eyes fall on the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. he is at least a foot taller than me, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He is in a black polo shirt, black pants and boots, he is quite intimidating especially when he is just standing there staring.

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

That night had not been an accident. And then another image surfaced, crashing into this one. Elena growing weaker as the pregnancy progressed. Her grey complexion. The way her breathing had grown labored. The trembling at the tips of her fingers as she stood in the sunlight, holding an umbrella, waiting for me. A natural half-blood child, exposed to vampire blood, would awaken. Would take. And her body had been emptied. Truly emptied. The full truth assembled itself in my mind. I stood there, and felt my chest being torn open.

The old vampire was startled to see enforcer insignias at his door. He cross-referenced the registration and nodded. "A human woman came to see me a few days ago. Said her vampire husband suffered from chronic blood thirst. She wanted to learn how to prepare tonics suited to his constitution." "She never showed up for her first lesson, though. I tried to reach her afterward, but got no response." He pulled out his course notes. "She chose the blood thirst specialization. Very few students ever pick that track — it's too obscure for most."

She nodded gravely. I took a strand of her curly hair between my fingers. “Come here, my darling wife. I want to taste you. It will heal me better than any ointment can.” It was the truth, not just useless talk. Blood healed vampires faster than any ointment or potion. Sully removed her hair from one side and bared her shoulder. She placed her legs on either side of me and sat on my lap, my cock pressing against her stomach. I muttered a curse under my breath.

The prisoner let out a weak groan, his voice broken and trembling. “She’s here… my ex wife…” he winced as the men dragged him another step, blood dripping from his foot onto the gravel. “She’s a vampire. She doesn’t do too well with lights, even during the day we always have the curtains down.” His words were slurred, half-choked with pain, but clear enough.

Silas justified haughtily. I felt a surge of compassion for the woman. While it is true that human blood is richer and warmer than that of any vampire, nothing compares to the blood of a blood mate—save for a fated one. Silas simply wishes to satisfy his depraved desires. He loves the sense of control and taking things by force, especially those things forbidden to him. Imagine being bound to such a poor excuse for a mate. Technically, she is not yet tied to him since they have not performed the ancient blood marriage, but Silas would never permit her to leave. Truly ill fortune.

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

“When vampire venom, not from a mate, enters their system. It makes them docile. From that point onwards, the human is tainted. Still tasty, of course, but never like the first bite.“ Rhazien explained as we entered his castle. I glanced up at the high ceiling, and my ears perked up at the sound of faint music playing. “Your human… her blood is nearly irresistible. Never touched by a vampire but full of demon fire. She’s your blood whore, no?” Rhazien turned around and kept walking backwards with his keen eyes on us. “She was my blood whore,” Sam corrected, his tone steady. “Now she’s my wife and equal.” “But you still drink her blood and bed her. That still makes her a blood whore. Blood wh