Vampire D Bloodlust Novels & Stories

Lark was quietly drinking alcohol mixed with blood as he stood on their terrace and stared into the distance. But that blood wasn’t random because it even went through his family’s laboratory that was based in England. They are a race of vampires that came from Europe. They only came here to the San Roque area because of a prophecy that their older generation of vampires believed. According to a prophecy, a girl will be born with a rare kind of blood inside her body and she will be the key to awaken the king of vampires, Damien, his uncle. Because King Damien was his father's brother.

“What is wrong with her?” “She had a vision. She had a vision like mine because this is how she was at the end of my vision.” He listened to her heart and found her erratic. He slit his wrist with his nail and gave her a sip of his blood on her red lips. She slowly took it in, and her eyes fluttered open after a few minutes. Alex was shocked that Dom gave his blood to her. This was not something he could say he ever did for anyone before, well alone a vampire.

All this time, I had been asking but never realizing it. His teeth dug into my skin as he quickly and unceremoniously rips out the flesh, right where Damien’s mark had once been, and he spit it to the floor, licking the blood on his lips. He stares at my shoulder, blood flowing down, and his eyes turn dark. Lust for blood, but he closes his eyes and opens them, fighting for control. That never occurred to me, I doubt any other vampire could fight their lust for blood. The door slams open, and Damien walks in, accompanied by Diego, but I only get a glimpse of them because Konstantin's hands are around me, and soon the room disappears from view and all I see is darkness. .

Mila hisses ‘Mate’ as soon as the first drop of his blood touched her tongue, however, after going so long without blood, bloodlust hits her hard and she takes full control pushing both Gabriela and Hanna back though not quite blocking them out as she sucks even harder filling her mouth, swallowing and then refilling her mouth before swallowing again. The more blood Mila takes the more pleasure that floods her mind and then Vlad’s body making him let out another slightly strangled moan. The smell of her arousal mixing with his as a result of her feeding, Eldridge takes a little more control and tightens his arms around her soft body lifting her slightly. With pleasure and bloodlust even more

Without its eyes and while its jaws were wide open. “Again.” Said Vladimyr. “You need to unleash your bloodlust together with your set of skills.” And as if to demonstrate, he used his hypnotic waves coated with his bloodlust to finish three homunculus at once. “Mine’s still an essence though.” Tori pouted. She still incorporated her essence to the flames and it had its desired effect. Because now, she can finish off two monsters instead of only one. I remembered back in the days when the twins tutored me that ‘bloodlust’ is the final form of a vampire’s core power.

The only choice I have is to wait and see what he does. I continued dancing with Jacie with a fake smile on my face. Dawson and Ezra were perfect gentlemen and replaced our empty bottles with fresh beers as we kept dancing. BAM, what the? The front door just flew open, and everyone started screaming and moving to the side of the room. Dawson grabbed me around my waist and pulled me tight to his body. Shit, blood lust! Two vampires came storming through the door, eyes blazing red, fangs exposed, they’ve been starved. Blood lust is horrible. It makes them crazy and unpredictable. They can’t control their urge to feed.

And tonight, she would be mine. With a final, decisive movement, I crossed the room and stood over her. Her eyelids fluttered, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she stirred. I watched her wake, her pupils dilating as they found me, a flicker of something – curiosity? Recognition? – crossing her features. It didn't matter. Soon, that flicker would ignite into something far more consuming. This was the culmination of weeks of careful maneuvering, of a hunger that had gnawed at me relentlessly. Tonight, the chase was over, and the claiming would begin. My hand hovered, a breath away from her skin, the air crackling with unspoken intent. The primal urge pulsed, a powerful current thrumming throug

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

The Xander thing I understood, but the blood moon thing seemed off. "The blood moon stresses you out?" I questioned. I knew that it had been stressing me out. He nodded. "The blood moon stresses out almost every vampire. The fact that we have very little control over what we do until our bloodlust is satisfied makes for a very shitty night that none of us really care to remember." It was quiet for a long moment. "I see," I replied almost silently. Ever since he brought it up I could feel that my nervousness had returned. I had tried to just ignore it, but it was almost here.