Voice Of Blood Dramione Novels & Stories

“YOU IDIOTS COULDN’T STOP HIM SOONER?! I COULD HAVE DIED!” Draxon’s voice grabbed everyone’s attention once more. Lucianne’s angered eyes turned sapphire blue, but before she could do anything, Draxon warned in a taunting tone, “Ah ah ah. Don’t even think about it, Lucy. You have no idea how many amigos I brought with me. You wouldn’t want everyone here to get vampire venom by accident now, do you?”

I cautiously peeked through the small crack of the doors as I tightly gripped the handle of the dagger; the cold metal sank deep in my skin. I covered my mouth at the sight that laid before my eyes. All of my servants were on the floor drenched in the color of red, their lifeless bodies soaked in their blood. The tub was filled with my servants’ blood to the point that it was dripping— it was not water that I heard after all. Inside the tub were two naked bodies, a man and a woman. His auburn hair was streaked with blood and it was all over his pale body— it was Lord Damian, one of the blood drinkers. He had his back resting on the tub as the young woman rode him. She was faintly crying as s

He smile widely. "We are! I am Drake Nikolaevich. The very first true blood vampire. And my wife is the pureblood Lycan Queen, Nadea. And you, Melody Ania Nikolaevich, are our powerful, beautiful princess. And your fated mate here is a pure blood werewolf. And he's not just a simple warrior either. " He says with an approving smile. So how does the vampire world not know that my last name was the last name od the vampire lord. "I would want him even if he were a demon or human," I said softly.

I heard a female stern voice. Drake looked beat up, his white lashes damp as though he’d been crying. The Lycan King crying? For who? Me? This had to be a dream. It couldn’t be real, I thought as I plunged deeper into oblivion.

I froze as the drone moved closer, the indigo light scanning the silver bruise on my neck. "You... are... mine... Ivy..." the demonic voice boomed, shaking the very stones of the cathedral. "I... see... through... your... eyes... I... feel... through... your... blood... Tell... your... brother... I... am... coming... for... his... heart." The drone’s lens turned a violent, bloody red, and as it self-destructed in a flash of silver sparks, the last thing I heard was the sound of Dante’s mechanical laughter echoing through my own head.

My knees buckled. And then the vision came. Blood. So much blood. Lyra strapped to a chair, her veins glowing faintly under sickly light. Emmalaine’s face hovering above her, lips curled in delight as she pressed a dagger to Lyra’s arm. The blade sliced, and blood poured into a vial, filling it with shimmering red liquid. Lyra’s eyes were wide with silent screams as her essence was drained to fuel dark spells. Emmalaine laughed, clutching the vial like a treasure.

A voice shouted from the crowd and Bryan turned around in surprise to see Damien smiling at him. He gave a slight nod and arched his head towards Roy and saw him looking at Damien Andorra. For the first time, he didn’t feel jealous. The priestess then poured the blood into the bowl of water. The crowd watched in silence, holding their breaths. As soon as the blood touched the water, a dark cloud formed in the bowl. The water turned black and murky, and a foul smell filled the air. The crowd gasped and murmured, and some people backed away in horror.

The fur that had begun to sprout up, recedes. "Bloody hell! This is that incorrigible bloodsucker, Damon! He did not fucking die, in that war! He is still roaming the earth. I cannot mistake his voice. He is the oldest bloodsucker I know and his voice alone can cripple a weaker person. He must have called to test if you were human or not."

a chilly, quiet voice murmured. I went cold. The voice was familiar—Damon’s. "Damon?” I whispered, my heart leaping with hope. The light became brighter, revealing a terrifying vision. Bloodied and broken, Damon lay on the ground, staring at me with lifeless eyes. "No! I sobbed and fell to my knees next to him. The Void, whose voice was suddenly all around me, murmured, "You let him die because you failed him." “This isn’t real,” I murmured, shaking my head. “This is just another one of your tricks.”

“They were family.” Damien sat with perfect, aristocratic posture despite his torn black shirt and crimson-flecked eyes. “Damien Crowe. Graduate student. Pure-blood vampire. I drove a silver blade through my sire’s heart tonight. The man who gave me this cursed existence… called me his greatest pride.” A bitter smile touched his lips. “Now I’m alone in the bloodline.”