Vampire Veins Novels & Stories

Even making her lungs work is hard now. There is a numbed sting, and Alessia watches as many liquid crawls its way out of her veins, slow and sluggish, as if fighting to stay in. Her veins are an angry purple, turning darker with every moment and Alessia wonders if she looks like the animated corpses so often found in Damon culture.

I need to cut my veins to let the poison in my bloodstream out. Now!

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

After finishing all the chores, Adrianna chose a silent place in the apartment to read the book. The moment she picked the book to read, she felt a sudden rush of adrenaline flowing in her body, as if the book itself wanted to be read. She opened the pages and began reading from the first article about the vampires. Of course, they were actually undead and dependent on human blood for nutritional requirements. They have existed in the world from thousands of years ago but no proof of their existence was ever recorded. The vampires are named by their ranks. The new vampires are called Fledglings, they could be upto twenty years or less. The term Neonate, representing the vampire age of fifty

Nor can we get help from those whose whereabouts are unknown. According to Frey, the number of vampires that exist today is very small. She had never seen another vampire besides her family. However, she had heard that several groups of vampires hunted humans for blood supply. It sounds a little cruel, but human blood is the main source of food for them. I also can't give them the slightest sympathy because I'm also a human. I continued to ask Frey about the people who were after her. The people who chase vampires are a vampire extermination organization and the like. They are called Flower Skulls.

“Most of the inner walls of your veins have hardened. It isn't an illness but rather a cold energy that's freezing your veins. “I assume that you started having this condition after fighting with someone? It seems to me that he was aiming to end your journey as a fighter. How vicious!” Carl nodded in appreciation. She had been able to determine the source of his injuries very quickly, so she had really lived up to her name as the disciple of the Living Reaper. David then asked worriedly, “Dr. Lynn, is there a way to treat my father?” Naomi hesitated for a moment before saying, “A vein injury is the hardest to treat. First, we need to remove the cold energy freezing the veins… “And we can’t d

When I glance up to the nurse, I say proudly, "This one I am calling Eric the second." She turns and smiles at me with those deep red lips and a thought runs through my head about something I remembered. Vampires are pale in comparison, and they also have lips that are crimson because they are stained by the blood of their victims. Looking back down at my pup, fear starts to ebb in the back of my head as I realize that I am in the company of our mortal enemies.

I stood in front of the floor-length mirror and gasped at my reflection. The burns and marks had nearly all faded. However, the entire left side of my body from the top of my thigh and up to my neck had blackened veins swirling around it. It was the same way the veins swirled from where the shadow punctured earlier. They descended from my neck to connect all the way to where Ezekiel and Heath had been injecting me. Oh, Goddess, no. This could not be happening. I lifted my finger to it, and the veins moved, interacting with my fingertip. I knew this was related to the substance, but I was not sure why it was reacting differently this time. What did it mean? What were those shadow fucks anyway

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

Veinweave available Target: Remy Tsatoke-Calder Severity: Compound fracture + internal bleeding Estimated time to full repair: 43 seconds Consent detected I don’t think. I just lay both hands on his chest and let the new skill tree bloom open. Veinweave isn’t red lightning or scary blood tentacles. It’s gentle. A thousand tiny threads of crimson light (no thicker than spider silk) slip from my palms, slide under his skin like they were always meant to be there. They find every torn vessel, every shredded muscle fiber, every shard of bone. And they sing. Soft, warm, Caddo lullaby notes only he and I can hear.