Vampire: The Masquerade: We Eat Blood Novels & Stories

The loss of blood bothers me. “Is that a wound made by a silver bullet?” Ralf asks. Being part vampire, I am immune to silver, but it is not something I can brag about. “Do you know how to take a bullet out?” I ask Ralf. “I do,” the female says. “What's your name?” I ask. “I am Mara.” “I am Elena.” I can tell she is not a werewolf, so I hand over a knife. “Make it quick,” I say. I bite on a stick while Mara takes the bullet out. The loss of blood makes me dizzy and awakens my vampiric side. Fuck!

“Please, don’t do this.” Valerius finally looked at her, and in his dark gaze she saw something unreadable, an assurance, perhaps, or a warning. Then he released her, stepping into the open circle. “You overstep,” Valerius said. “But if it is blood you want, Sylas… I’ll oblige.” A roar of approval filled the masquerade. Masks scattered, vampires forming a wide ring around the dais. The music struck up again, faster, more frenzied, turning the chamber into an arena.

Brawen forced herself to sit up, she quickly discovered that a thin layer of ice covered her nose to prevent the anesthetic from continuing to enter her nose. Passing beside Riven, seeing that he was still not completely unconscious, Brawen also quickly equipped Riven with an ice mask. She quickly helped him and then got out of there. Stepping to the glass wall, Brawen broke the glass with one foot, trying to help Riven jump from the 4th floor, but Brawen's footsteps immediately stopped. The small head seemed to explode with a "bang" sound. LEVEL E VAMPIRE. Nearly 20 E-class vampires were scattered in the streets. Their eyes were red, and their long, disgustingly pointed moons kept spitting

Thus, we had pleaded with her to go find Angelo, and bring him from wherever he might be. I just hoped this worked out. Luca Marino The air was pre-occupied with lots of tense beats. I had already gotten my men ready, making sure their weapons were with vervain, which could weaken the vampires. Tata Mama had shown up with her men. My men gave her men weapons which could kill the vampires straight.

The woman coughed up blood into her face, the look on that face priceless to her “now you and yours are ours” she said into that womans face The woman stared as a moan of pain made it passed the mouth full of blood “say it” she demanded “yours...” the woman said coughing up blood She took out the stake and used the tip to cut a line on her wrist offering it to the woman who had fallen on her knees. The woman spit out whatever was in her mouth then took her hand taking her wrist to her mouth and pulling her blood and her eyes closed at the ecstasy of the vampire feeding, which shouldn’t have happened , the woman hadn’t bit her. Either way she pulled that hair, the woman complied and her lips

I said with disgust "Oh shut it, be thankful that I'm not getting into details of how he trailed kisses down my neck an... " "Ok, now I'm heading to my room" I picked up my bag and headed for the grand stairs, the last thing I needed to hear was how my brother and best friend made love and decided they had planned to make pups. I got to my room and immediately stripped out of office wear and headed to the bathroom. I filled the bathtub with hot water with a ray of scented products. The bath steamed with bubbles on top of the water. I slipped into the huge hot tub, I felt my body relaxing as I immediately slipped into the water. I closed my eyes and rested against the rim. I got out of the s

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.

No human was a match for the two together. "I don't think you are aware of the situation here," Francis seethed to both of them. "Human girls are going missing by the day. It's mass femicide! They are being murdered by vampires in the area, and it is him," Francis pointed at Sol, "Who is the culprit?" Serin scoffed, "I can assure you that my friend has had no part in the tragedies of what has been happening. Neither of us drinks from living humans. We collect the blood from willing participants only. They are blood donors."

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

Hundreds of Vampires sat around this large wooden table, plates piled high with amazing smelling food. It only made me hungrier. Each plate had something different on it, probably to match each vampire's specific cravings. I felt bad for the slaves that had to prepare all of this three times a day, not to mention filling all of their glasses with blood. Master's looked especially delicious, steak with a side of garlic mashed potatoes, and a big, red apple. I remembered that I used to love when my mother would make mashed potatoes and the apples that she picked from our tree before we ran from the city.