Vampire Blood Bowl Team Novels & Stories

I folded my hands across my chest and frowned at him in both confusion and annoyance. "Stop-just-" Alex huffed in frustration before covering his face with his hands and letting out a sigh in exasperation. I was about to say something else too but stopped when I heard a few girls groan and my eyes snapped towards the crowd. I noticed Joey, Franklin,danny and other vampires digging their fangs into the girls neck, sucking them hungrily and I could feel my eyes widening at the sight. They were doing it in public? Why? It was already getting dark, we were supposed to go home.

signifies, Agatha, the first witch and the mother of all witches." Her eyes, serious. "What you are about to see is a secret that has been guarded for generations. These women are part of my coven, and they have been waiting for you." With a deep breath, Soraya pushed open the door. The room beyond was large and circular, it was illuminated by the warm glow of large candles arranged in a pentagram on the floor. The air was thick with the scent of incense. As Seraphine stepped inside, she recognized some of the women she had seen earlier in the village. They all stood in a circle, their faces illuminated by the flickering light. It turned out people from different packs were here, each woman

DOMINIC “So, is that everything about her?” Dominic asked, not looking up from the file on his desk. Scorpion..real name Raymond..stood across from him, arms crossed behind his back. People in the underworld feared him too, not just because of the way he killed, but because of the man he served. Everyone called him Scorpion because his sting was always silent… but deadly. “Yes, boss,” Scorpion replied. “That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.”

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is. He then proceeded to check the bites and any signs of poisoning. She had a lot but he is well aware that he can help her. The poison haven't taken effect yet. Must be minors... Young vampires does not usually possess enough poison in their fangs. That's why clans are prohibited to let their youngsters hunt for their own blood bag. It's the adults' responsibility to provide for them. This girl is lucky because she's been brought here before the toxins have entered her organs. Or else... She could have died.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ + •*.』 11PM, LATE INTO THE NIGHT AND EVERYONE SAT AROUND THE DOME. Shawn furrowed his brows worriedly at Scarlett. For the past couple of hours, Scarlett was crossing in and out of her Vampire state. One minute, she detested the taste of blood like any sane mortal, the next she'd go rogue and demand for more crates of them.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

“Good or bad?” He hesitated, and that was enough to know. “Come on,” he said instead, leading me toward the main strategy tent. Inside, the atmosphere was suffocating. Maps covered the table, each one marked with red circles and arrows. Reports were stacked high on every surface. Council members stood around the table—Liam, Marcus, Evelyn—all of them turning to me as I entered, their faces grim. “Tell me,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt. Evelyn stepped forward. “Our scouts intercepted a message from the vampires,” she began. “They’re planning a full-scale assault. A Blood Harvest.”

Banished into the underworld, the two clans had no choice but to make an agreement. In the end, the elders agreed on one rule: only one clan could rise to the human world each year to feast, so as not to disturb the balance. Thus, the Bloodmoon Duel was born—a battle that would decide which race claimed that right. At least, that was the tale told among Vampires. For half a century now, the vampires had suffered nothing but defeat. Each year, each battle, each clash against the wolves ended in humiliation.

There is now less fun since they have developed methods that counteract the demonic power because of their intelligence Bloodrink clan, one of my favourites, is what humans would call vampires, but it is more complex than that. Dreck blood is their champion in these games. Its members are lethal, they feed on the blood of their victims, but they also temporarily acquire their abilities, appearance, or powers. A demon would find that advantageous.