Vampire Drink Blood Novels & Stories

she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them." "I see," I nodded understandingly. I recalled the time Cammie and Alyssa drank my milk and said it tasted weird, but I also told them that I didn't like theirs either. I saw Octavia drank it, too. Ha! She wanted to scare me about my blood craving. Nice try. "There is something else I want to ask you if you don't mind," I said. "Go ahead, kiddo," "Does a vampire have to murder people and drain their blood?"

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

He asked, pushing back my shoulder, so I could look at him. “I don’t know. I’m just not ready yet. Like, it’s a kind of daunting task to me. I don’t even know how to extract my teeth yet.” I explained, with large eyes. “When it’s time for your first drink, your teeth will naturally protract, and you will drink even better than you think you can. Blood is very sweet for vampires, and I tell you, you will enjoy it.” He tried convincing me, as he threw rocks onto the ground.

I guessed while watching the silhouette of his handsome face from the side while driving. "Hmm ... Vampires are just a myth created by humans, but that myth appeared because of our nation's existence." "Then ... what kind of creature are you?" "Volder." he answered while turning to me for a moment, "As you can see that night, we drink human blood but within reasonable limits. Because in modern times we usually drink blood transfusions because drinking directly from the source is very risky." he explained while focusing on driving. "What will happen if you drink blood too late?" I asked again.

He seemed to be suffering the same melancholy that had afflicted me all day. “I noticed the vampires had warm and cold blood at dinner. Do you normally drink it that way?” He studied me, his eyes returning to black pools of nothingness. “This”—he made a small motion with his wineglass—“is cow’s blood mixed with wine. The soup was broth mixed with the same blood and heated. It gives us the illusion of enjoying food.” “What about human blood. Do you drink it?” I thought about the blood donor businesses. “Would you like a demonstration?” he asked seriously, his gaze going to the pulse of my throat. Flames lit his eyes.

I spotted a Vampire with a tray of blood and grabbed a glass from it as he walked by, pretending to take a drink of the warm liquid. It baffles me how they can drink this shit. I mean I know they are Vampires so they have to, but Jesus christ. Just having the blood I had in my own mouth earlier was gag worthy. It was like having a mouthful of pennies.

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.

I could not believe what I was saying but I wanted to prove him wrong, prove that I am not that kind of person. Draven offers me a hand and leads me back to the room with the other vampires, they all take a seat as soon as they see us, silence falling among them as Draven pulls me to the bar, he gets out a fresh glass and begins to fill it with a blood bag. The smell was sweet, almost like a bag of sugar, the bright red blood spills over the rim of the glass as Draven empties a full bag. He doesn’t touch the glass, he just tells me it is ready for me when I am ready but as he walks away he adds that its better when its still warm.

I said quietly. "Now do you get it? Our daughter is thirsty, but not for milk," Dave smiled slyly. "Ugh! Where am I going to get blood from? I am not hunting down some innocent human and letting her drink from them. Can she drink animal blood?" I exclaimed. "No, it's not good for her stomach. We won't kill anyone but still need to get her some blood, so maybe I'll stop by the blood bank and pick her up some." I couldn't help but giggle. He said it so casually like he was going grocery shopping, but I suppose the blood bank is kind of like a grocery store for vampires. "I guess that works for me."

I need to understand what makes her happy and what makes her upset first, and most of the things I listed aren't even here. "Thank you," she replied, not meeting my gaze. I wanted to tell her that if she wants to say something, she should look into my eyes, but not now. She left, and I dressed and went hunting while Bryan and Eva accompanied Astrid. I sat under a tree for a while longer until I spotted a deer. I snooped on it, hunted it down, and drank its blood until I was satisfied. Though vampires may subsist on human food, blood is our primary source of sustenance. Every other vampire uses people as their blood bag, but I don't like it. Even though I can stop myself from draining their b