Vampire Veins Novels & Stories

Four veins appeared which were in the form of a bracelet with protruding thorns. Grand Witch Elphaba made them wear the bracelet. Blood started flowing from their wrists. Even the Vampires weren't healed had quick healing abilities. The veins that adorned their wrists held a spell that enabled the vampires to heal and made in a way that the blood was clotted making them bleed without stopping. Both Maximus and Lenora filled the bowls with their blood. Zaros and Adira filled another bowl with their blood. After filling it, she cast a spell that made the wooden veins disappear from their wrists that made them stop bleeding. Werewolves had a slower healing ability than the Vampires. So their wr

Chapter 16 MY HEART banged hardly inside my chest as horror sketch on my face. Vampires, but unlike Yzmael, they looked--lifeless, and undeniably terrifying. Their complexion were too pale and bluish veins appear underneath their skin. Darkness was already conquering the bleeding sky, and as I looked into their scarlet eyes, I saw nothing but their hunger for something. My eyes widened when I realized what they were craving for. My blood. They were hungry for my blood...

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

she stopped as once again shame rushed “it might have been an agreement” he rushed to say making both bethany and his little ava look at him in surprise “some vampires can only have children with woman who have already had half breeds it is rare but it happens, she might not have even slept with the man from the cael line they might have just injected the sperm and you father would have been the only one to sleep with her, who knows” he said Bethany blinked then looked at his little ava “it is rare but he’s right it has happened” bethany said backing him up

Vampire bloodlines were rare, and there had always been a strong emphasis on their descendants, so it would be odd if she were. The girl appeared to be very young, yet she had suffered abuse, judging by the scars on her arms and legs. I lifted the girl into my arms and decided to take her to see a doctor. Vampire wounds usually healed quickly, so why were hers so difficult to heal? I gently sat her in the passenger seat and closed the car door.

Panic flashed in his eyes, pure, unfiltered panic. “What the hell… are you okay?” I knelt beside him, reaching out to help, but the moment my fingers brushed his skin, he jerked violently and vomited more blood. I pulled back, but my eyes stayed locked on his. Something was wrong. I looked down at my hand, still resting on his arm, and noticed the skin beneath my fingers. His veins were turning black, dark lines spreading out like cracks in glass. They kept moving, snaking up through his chest, his neck, his face, until they reached his eyes.

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+ ~Fucking you is all about me~ ~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~ ~Am a vampire, you a witch~ ~Am gonna fuck you like one~ **** SCARLETT'S POV. The dead deer lay on the side of the old country road. It's bloated corpse was sorrounded by flies and buzzards circling over its head, waiting for their moment to land and gorge themselves on the feast awaiting them. The scent of decay wafted through the air. I got the feeling that it was more than just one creature laying before me. It's ultimately met the end from the front of the semi truck.

Sweat beads on his forehead, but it is the veins—those dark, serpentine lines crawling beneath the surface—that draw all eyes. They coil like a creeping vine, twisting and winding up from the wrists to the elbows, then slithering further towards the neck. Black and swollen, they pulse with an eerie rhythm, as if alive, as if feeding on the very essence of life within him. The darkness spreads like a malevolent plant devouring its host, snaking toward the heart, ready to choke out the final flickers of vitality.

I murmured to myself as the door slowly creaked open, a gush of breeze blowing past my figure, making me blink twice at the dimmed, silent hallways as second thoughts slowly creeped in. Since when the hell did the mansion start to look creepy in the evenings? -----

More veins stretched downward beneath his collar. "What is that?" I asked, rushing toward him. But the veins were spreading from the source of the injury. At the back of his neck, deep claw marks had turned a dark purplish blue. I could not even begin to understand what I was looking at.