Vampire Blood Body Wash Novels & Stories

I flinched at his tone. "Why are you always so careless?" he muttered before rolling up his sleeves. I was too weak to say anything. Suddenly, he bite his wrist and held it out to me. I stared at him in shock. "Lick it . You will be fine." He stated, inching closer to me as I look in horror. "No, No! I don't want to be a vampire!" I yelled, crawling to the corner. Drinking blood from a pure blood will turn me into a vampire!

Macchiato was also having a hard time in the darkness. The rain of blood happened as fast as it vanished. As if it was gone as soon as it had a good time destroying the surrounding. Psssssssstttt~ He couldn’t rest at all. The blood on his body suddenly melted his armor. “Vampire…” He knew what had just happened. This must be the work of a vampire. Blood was their specialty after all. 'That dirty bastard!' His eyes shivered as he saw the blood was acting like acidic liquid that melted everything and surely even his tough skin. His jaw was slacked open.

Then my leg stuck on stuff like a rope and I fell down on the floor, banged, and my chest against the floor. And my body pained like a hell. I stretched my body trying to get back and all of sudden, I felt my hand wet, I know it was not water not blood cause if it was blood I would have known its scent. I stand back and slowly walked outside from the door in the light. I lifted my hands in the light to see what was it. And it shocked me and scared me out of hell when I saw it. It was blood. And I didn’t get the smell of blood, How could that happen? I easily recognized the scent of Karien this morning. How is it possible I didn’t scent the blood which was the most sensible scent for werewolv

he explained. Before I could respond, he interrupted. "You should take a shower or else I'll be forced to make you do that," He threatened before he walked out of the bathroom. I sat in the bathtub again for the next twenty minutes and thought about everything I've heard. He must be kidding. I can't be a vampire. Maybe I'm just being punished for trying to kill myself. Maybe this is hell. Right? I removed the nightgown I was wearing and finally stepped into the shower to take my bath. After I was done, I walked out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around me. I couldn't wear the nightgown back because it was already stained with blood.

He spent some minutes in the bathroom and during that time, Camilla tried her best to gather strength and run away though she was very weak because Sebastian had almost drained all the blood she had in her body. "Camilla you can do this, he's taking some time in there. Just run for it!" She said inwardly as she struggled to wear her shorts and bra that were on the edge of the bed and make a run for it. She was finally able to wear them seconds later but she had a hard time standing on her two feet. Every part of her body felt weak and mustering up strength to run from this man will take a toll on her later but she didn't care at this point. All she wanted at this moment was to be away from S

And yet, like a victim of great trauma, even that act of cleansing for the sole purpose of freeing herself proved to be a task. Violet's hands shook when she applied the soap suds to her skin, and she could barely close her eyelids to wash her face, without fearing that when she opened them, the vampire would be standing right there. There were intermittent moments of extreme skin scratching, as if trying to remove the feeling of the vampire's skin brushing against her own, and yet the moment she rinsed the lavender body wash away, Violet's nose registered his cool scent again, as if her pores had memorized it. Violet ended her shower as quickly as she was satisfied enough with the cleanline

There had been something perverted in this one. He turned to check if his companions needed any help, but they had matters well in hand. Bain’s mouth was locked tightly over the female vampire’s face. Dral stood next to him, ready to provide aid if necessary. A moment later, the vampire’s body collapsed to the ground. Rave turned back to his own victim and watched as the vampire’s body began to grow insubstantial and translucent. Stefan stood next to him, staring down at his enemy’s remains. The body began to hiss and crackle as it slowly dissolved into an oblong pile of black ash. The color surprised Rave—usually a vampire left behind ashes that were gray and white, not pure black like this

He grumbled standing up and he went straight to his room. He got rid of his clothings, stepping straight into the shower and letting letting the cold water hits his spine, making him moan in process. For a vampire, bathing with hot water kills them internally, hence he hardly baths with cold water, no matter the situation. His hand grabbed the sponge from the rack and used it to scrub out the dirt from his skin from his body. It didn't take him more than ten minutes and he was done.

I was trapped inside this frozen shell, aware of the cold marble beneath me, the heavy scent of blood and sex still thick in the air, and the overwhelming presence of the five ancient vampires surrounding my corpse. They lifted me carefully into Viktor’s powerful arms. My head lolled lifelessly against his broad chest as he carried me to the adjoining bathing chamber. The sunken pool of warm, scented water steamed gently. They lowered me into it together, supporting my limp body while they washed me with surprising tenderness. Cool hands smoothed over my marked skin, wiping away layers of dried blood, crusty cum, and sweat. The water turned a deep, swirling pink as they cleaned every brutal

He stepped over to the console and said, “I found it, fucking freezing in there.” “Open the box, let’s feed so we can get going,” Rancid said. “It might be the two of us, I think Bohdan wants to stay.” “Fuck that,” Isaac said as he tore open the box. Inside the box were individual containers that resembled what you’d find in a soda machine all labeled with the same warning as on the larger box. When they served the vampires at lunch, they always poured the contents of the bottles into a Styrofoam cup and threw away the original container. None of the vampires had ever seen where the blood product came from, or the label. It was felt it was better if they didn’t know what the ingredients were