Vampire True Blood Novels & Stories

"Did anyone else apart from Alex bit you?" "No." "There have to be something happened otherwise you wouldn't end up in a situation like this." "Mr Louis, about Alex. He said his lifetime decreased quickly when he had other people's blood. Does this mean he can only survive on my blood?" "Human blood having quick healing powers are called soulmates in our kind. I thought Alex found his soulmate when he talked about you. But the latter effects are something I didn't expect." "Let's talk about it later. Your blood is something that every vampire fights for. Fastest healing powers, increases lifeline, strength. So you have to be cautious around every vampire. Did he say how to identify a vampire

One more hour and all his questions will be answered. Alpha Azraiel's brain has stopped working. He found his mate. He was a trueblood. The rarest of his kind. The truebloods were not born but made. It was a special status given to someone who had fulfilled all the conditions required to be a trueblood. It took years of dedication and deadly experiences to achieve the status of a trueblood. There were only three truebloods alive in the entire world. Their powers were considered beyond the imagination of a simple mind. They were not only stronger, faster and sharper than normal werewolves but they also had divine powers at their disposal. Every trueblood had a set of powers that used the five

The True Vampire hissed, pressing his advantage, his fangs elongating. ​A white-armored boot slammed into the vampire’s chest. ​The impact launched the creature ten feet backward into the mud. Vesh stepped in front of me, his obsidian blade sweeping out to sever the vampire’s head before it could rise. ​Vesh didn't look back at me. "Keep your guard up, Blackwood. I won't always be there to babysit." ​I grit my teeth, pushing myself up from the mud. "I didn't ask for your help."

Would he? His soft laugh echoed against the bathroom walls. I felt my body heating up again for a different reason. "You're a terrible liar," he whispered into my ear and pulled away before I could retort. "Unfortunately, I haven't. Well, I heard some vampires would feed their babies with their blood occasionally, but usually not. Our blood is static and full of poison. I heard some half-blooded and human-turned would like the taste of a pureblood. Would you? " He suddenly approached me with a smirk and whispered in a low voice, "I would be willing to give you my blood if you want me."

“You are bleeding?” “I…” She stammered, her cheeks coloring, and he realized that she was bleeding as a result of the rape. “It’s not that bad.” “Hmm,” he evaluated her. “Let me know if that changes.” “I’m thinking no to that,” she said, wide eyed and shaking her head. “What can you do? And I am… Not letting you do to me what they did.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I do not rape. But I am a vampire,” he bared his teeth and used his tongue to probe his canine. “If I did not have the ability to heal when I drink, those that I drink from would bleed profusely and possibly die.”

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

“Vampires? Are you fucking serious right now?” “Never mind,” I said quickly, heat flooding my face. “Forget I asked.” “No, no, hold on.” Jeff was still grinning, wiping his eyes. “You want to know if I’ve seen vampires? Yeah, man. I’ve seen a whole fucking lot of them.” My blood turned to ice. “What?” “In Vampire Diaries,” he said, completely oblivious to the mini heart attack he’d just given me. “Damon Salvatore? Stefan? You seriously need to watch better TV, dude. That show’s fucking gold.”

She looks up to see Britney's face when she doesn't answer her, only for her countenance to turn pale when Britney's canines elongate into fangs, her eyes turning red, with dark veins bulging under her eyes. "You're… a… a vampire!" Vera cries, falling on her ass, filled with panic and terror as she begins to get away from Britney, seeing the blood thirst in her crimson eyes. “I'm sorry, Vera,” Britney, who has regained her senses after licking that blood, apologizes to Vera, then sinks her fang into Vera's neck. She slowly begins to feel satiated, but then, Vera continues to turn pale as Britney continues to drink, not close to feeling quenched.

David Winston was the first Vampire king who won ten kingdoms after defeating the Dragon king Marcus III and the werewolf king Pyrus, the blood hunter. Elsa read a lot about their journey when she came across a picture that had written about a night creature's consummation. It was such an awful picture. Elsa averted her eyes and slid her fingers to the other page because she didn't want to read it, and the little knowledge her maids gave was enough to understand what was on this page. “Don't,” a cold voice whispered and made Elsa jerk up in the seat with a scream, “O My god! “Shh! Your husband,” Gabriel laugh near her ears and held her in place.