Vampire Bites Novels & Stories

The one-bite per day rule was at least overseen well. Vampires could bite more than once, theoretically, but anything more than three times for long drinks per day would be dangerous. Speaking of which, I reached down into my pocket and pulled out some powder, needing to remind myself to upkeep my health here. Sprinkling it into my water, I waited until the substance dissolved before drinking it. Sweet citrus hit my tongue as I took a few gulps, letting out a sigh of satisfaction. A feeling like electricity rushed through my veins, a different sort of satisfying pleasure from sex

“What’s your point?” “Oh, just that they could literally kill each other,” he says sarcastically. “A vampire needs to drink the blood of his Fated to bond with them, and a wolf needs to claim their mate with a bite. Vampire blood kills wolves, while a wolf’s bite is fatal for a vampire. See where I’m going with this?”

I guessed that men have been exasperated by women since the beginning of time. I laughed, taking the pillow from his face. “I’m sorry, but this still doesn’t explain why I was craving your blood just now.” He sighed, shaking his head, clearly amused. “One more question.” “Oh, good,” I said, clapping my hands like a little girl. Lance laughed, raising up on one elbow, waiting. “There are legends of ‘the third bite.’ Are they true? Can I become a vampire after the third time you bite me?” His mouth curled into a mischievous grin. “I don’t know,” he teased. “Want to find out?” He was suddenly on all fours, crawling after me across the bed.

“It might hurt. Even if I take from you gently, it still may hurt a little. And the baby needs your blood, too” I’d honestly heard that the bite could feel good. A little pain during sex makes the experience more intense. I’ve never indulged in it. Vampires sharing blood with each other is considered more intimate than sex. “Would it be safe for the baby?” she asks. “Probably not.” “Some other time then.”

he said as he tried to assure me. “Why? Because of the treaty?” I asked. “Don’t you see that it’s clear that they don’t care about it with the way those vampires keep on attacking?” “I get your point, but based on our observation, all the vampires that attacked us are all newborns, -which explains their hunger for blood. But what does not connect is the fact that they don’t have bite marks.” No bite marks? “Is that even possible?” I asked getting more and more confused.

I ask. I look at my arm, and there are bite marks. Something just fucking bit me. I start to feel weird, and a burning pain shoots up my arm. Damn, I know those marks. Fuck, a vampire just bit me. I can’t help but let out a loud growl, and Jade is automatically by my side. I drop to the ground and start withering in pain. Our blood and vampire blood doesn’t mix. Jade lets out a roar, and all of a sudden, Chris is there.

She looks up to see Britney's face when she doesn't answer her, only for her countenance to turn pale when Britney's canines elongate into fangs, her eyes turning red, with dark veins bulging under her eyes. "You're… a… a vampire!" Vera cries, falling on her ass, filled with panic and terror as she begins to get away from Britney, seeing the blood thirst in her crimson eyes. “I'm sorry, Vera,” Britney, who has regained her senses after licking that blood, apologizes to Vera, then sinks her fang into Vera's neck. She slowly begins to feel satiated, but then, Vera continues to turn pale as Britney continues to drink, not close to feeling quenched.

Saiora shrugged. "Doesn't that come with some sort of unfavourable dependency?" Rachel did say a Vampires bite had an addictive quality. "Not quite," Rachel opened the bathroom door. Reintroducing herself to the conversation. "Only once bitten but we do have a mildly sedating venom inside of our fangs but we also have an even weaker compound in our saliva that's meant to alleviate the experience of the bite. It's like the cherry on top that humans speak so much about," she informed me.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

I chuckled and leaned her back in the seat, kissing her forehead again. "Alright, let's go buy some ice cream," I fastened her seatbelt and kissed her head once more. "How many kisses have you had?" She asked, and I jokingly replied. "I didn't know my body could move on its own, hahaha." She gave me a look and then leaned against the seat. "So this is what it feels like to be bitten by a vampire. It feels like I just made a blood donation but in a faster way. You're like a sucking machine, hahaha." I furrowed my brow and turned the steering wheel.