Voice Of Blood Dramione Novels & Stories

I scream, reaching for him. But he's already changing. The Bloodwraith erupts from him in broad daylight, shadows exploding outward with enough force to knock Pyra back several feet. His eyes blaze red-silver, and when he speaks, his voice is layered with a dozen echoes. "You dare threaten what's mine?" He moves faster than thought, closing the distance to Pyra before she can react. His clawed hand closes around her throat, lifting her off the ground like she weighs nothing. "Kael, don't!" I shout. "Don't kill her!"

“No, no, they are not that smart.” Cecilia said and Luhan giggled for that. "I guess you like someone." Luhan said, furrowing his eyebrows. Damontry's face lit up and her eyes widened to look the other way. "Not one person." He said to join Luhan's sarcastic side. "Hey, stop, Damontry, eat." She stood up and brought a golden cup on the table. Of course Damontry could smell it. "Blood!" Cecilia nodded and handed the cup to Damontry, who raised him one sip as her eyes gradually began to change to black.

I gasped, clawing at the guards’ arms, but they held me steady. Then I felt it, wetness on my arm. I looked down. Blood poured from the injection site, thick and fast, running down my skin in crimson rivers. It spattered on the marble, bright against the black stone. My knees buckled. The guards tightened their grip, but my body sagged, weak and trembling. My vision tunneled. Somewhere far above me, Damien’s voice spoke, steady and merciless. “It is sealed.” The world tilted. My last sight before darkness claimed me was crimson drops spreading across the marble like blooming roses.

“When your name is called, come to the stage. A single drop of blood is all it takes.” Oh good. Just blood magic in front of a thousand people. Casual. One by one, students stepped forward, pricked a finger, dropped their blood in the cauldron, and watched as the smoke rose, each color matching a house. Red for DracoVanth. Violet for NoctiShade. Green for Venmire. Silver-gray for Vargheim. Then....“Lila Gerrick.” “Eeeeeeeek!” Lila squealed, bouncing to her feet. “Wish me luck!”

Veronica's POV: Draco's eyes, once filled with warmth and tenderness, now burned with an unquenchable thirst. His lips curled into a twisted smirk, tainted with the taste of fresh blood. There was no recognition in his gaze, only a primal hunger that threatened to swallow everything in its wake. I felt a lump forming in my throat as I struggled to find my voice. "Draco, please... come back to me," I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Do you think I'm stupid? You think I wouldn't find out?" He's confused and scared. The blood is still flowing from her wrist, and her skin is beginning to go pale. He wonders how long she has been in this state. She's losing too much blood too quickly. Whatever she's going on about, they don't have time for this. "I felt something was off tonight," she says, her voice shaking. "When you said you were going for drinks with Mighty. You don't even drink, Draco! Mighty doesn't drink either, it's only Mouse that drinks."

Avery shouted from the corner. Taylor ignored her and drank everything—every vial he had left like a man dying of thirst. A cruel, insane laugh bubbled from his lips. “Now… now I will defeat you, Damon!” But then his laughter choked off. His eyes widened in confusion, then fear. “What… what’s happening to me?” he gasped, his hands clutching his stomach. “No—no, NO—NO-this isn’t—” He started to convulse, and a moment later, he was vomiting dark, thick blood onto the floor.

Layla shouted and smacked his shoulders. "Ow! So, tell me" he said, his voice showing pain that had been inflicted on him. "Dan Damon is Rhea's father" jimin said, speaking up. " Look, he was a very evil man, one that should have never existed in the real world. He's responsible for so many deaths, it's uncanny" Layla said. " But I don't understand what he has to do with this" Jamie shrugged. " His blood is what is been used to make beasts and some muted lycans" Xavier said, taking a piece of meat into his mouth.

"Blood of the Wise is a very rare wine, Your Highness. It's one of our collection, but we only have one..." Fear was evident on Orion's voice but he sounded like he was implying that he can't give it to us because it's the only one. "I'm willing to pay. How much?" Demitri got something on his pocket, a pouch of gold I suppose, and it fell down before Orion's feet. "We can give you more if you want. Just give us the wine," Prince David said.

After serving as the food they must take blood tonics and feed on nourishing delicacies to replenish their strength and blood. A blonde maid came over to me and a redhead went towards Cass. They both took a knife and sliced their wrists. The pleasant smell of their blood filled my nostrils and soon took over my nervous system. Some drops of blood splattered on the floor and I could feel the beast from within begging to be unleashed. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my orbs turned darker at the immense hunger. Black veins reflected underneath my eyes and I sank my elongated fangs into the maid. The nourishing drink filled every part of my body and awoke me in a rejuvenating way. I coul