Thin Blooded Novels & Stories

Both women were the antithesis to Harithen, small, dark, and female, where Harithen was tall and blonde, and both were regular blood slaves to his chambers. “I am afraid that I’m very… Ah,” he paused and inhaled over Aleris. She was bleeding. “F-k,” he closed his eyes. His body was telling him that he needed more blood, the effects of the dead blood and the blood letting creating a bone-deep ache. Harithen was probably f-king the blood slaves sent to him, Thaelen told himself, and had certainly f-ked Denus more than once. They were not married, and no agreement had been made to be monogamous…

My heart stopped. On the physical level I knew what changed. My hair became a silver-ish color as my eyes went from dark green to a dark red. My skin paled with blood no longer flowing through my veins. My tail came out and my horns grew. I willed the black flames engulfed my body. As soon as Liz noticed I was ready she flew back up into the air. I jumped at the nearest man, poor fool. I gave him a right uppercut and grabbed him before he went flying and slammed him into my knee, breaking his spine. I turned around and my hand shot out wrapping around another mans throat. As I snapped his neck my tail shot out stabbing another through the heart.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

"Yes… or more precisely, by giving them their own blood, biting them, and killing them. One had to die to be turned." I swallowed hard. "Those who are made... are they like royals? "No, unfortunately not." Ash sighed. "We call them lowborns. They are stronger and faster than humans, and some of them even possess some of the traits of their maker. Bloodthirst drives and dictates their lives. They need to feed frequently, and if they don't, it drives them insane. They are also allergic to the sun. They can tolerate sunlight to some extent, but only in the Dark Realm; the same amount of sun in the Mortal Realm can kill them." Ash straightened in his seat, his eyes locked on mine as if he were c

The church knew this too but because of the new law… their unlawful and wicked operation had to be done even more secretly. The old vampire council also knew how hard it'd be for their kind to adapt to that shitty mixture, so they secretly created "The Blood Vessel." Simply put, black market human blood. But unlike, the wicked ways of man, Vampires didn't hunt humans or coerce them with vampire magic…they simply recruited willing humans who wanted to serve vampires as their blood slaves. So this is where I come in… Saratan Credi, the stupid human girl with a death wish.

I may recover from this Marking of mine but she’ll immediately know I’m half. Half-bloods are not accepted in the society just like the Rogues and Lycans. But whoever has blood of a Human is more accepted. Still, Amara can’t find out. “You need to drink or you’ll pass out.” She tried to place her palm above my lips but I turned my head away. But as soon as I felt the excruciating pain on my thigh, loosing my breath, and sweating hard, I slowly positioned my head on her palm. I immediately sipped the dripping blood. Blood for half-bloods are like sugar for babies. In a split second, I felt my body energized and the pain on my thigh vanished. I bit on Amara’s palm to sip more blood.

Akshara could hear the gossips from the people inside the room she stays in. “It’s quite normal about forgetting after she reaches here. But something doesn’t fit the logic?” “What are you blabbering, spit out.” “When we have tested our purity, our types of blood was red. But hers is different, it turned out gold yet she is a virgin. How is that possible?” “If the initial blood colour changes, it is considered as an impurity. She might learn some dark magic to hold her virginity.” “Keep your volume low, she is chosen.”

“Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.

Her long, dirt-stained fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing with an unforgiving, suffocating force. "You stupid little bitch," Zara hissed, her thumbs digging deep into my windpipe, cutting off my air instantly. "I am a daughter of the True Bloods. I was executing kings while you were still weeping in the North. I will kill you right here, take the keys, and let Kael find your bloated corpse at the bottom of this mountain."

“He’s thirty-two. He’s a high-frequency trader in London. And he’s on his way here. He says he has the DNA results. He says he has the letters.” Julian Thorne didn’t arrive in a black SUV or a police cruiser. He arrived in a vintage, British racing green convertible that looked entirely out of place on our rugged gravel track. He was lean, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that screamed of old money and new arrogance, and his hair was the same dark, wild mahogany as mine. When he stepped out of the car, I felt a physical jolt. He didn’t just look like me; he looked like the woman in the Polaroid. He was the male version of the ghost Laredo had tried to resurrect.