Warm-blooded Vs Cold-blooded Humans Novels & Stories

I interrupt before she runs out of breath. I hold her closer to me, hoping my body heat will help a bit. I’ve read some books written by humans before the vampires became their lords and masters, back when they still thought we didn’t exist. The writers always described us as cold to the touch. They were so wrong. Vampires burn hot.

"For the thrill, Ashley. It's living like our kin." That's how humans and werewolves differ," I said, the tips of my fingers touching the cold of the glass bottle in my hand. "Humans are hardware-based—guns, tanks, your choice…. My words cut off as David took a sharp turn, having the car drive past the large house of the Oakwood Pack and down the line of houses in the inner district." He picked up where I left him, his voice driehard. "Armored cars, warships. oh, and don't forget the latest—nuclear bombs!"

I take my watch off and place it on top of my clothes. I can feel the cool air breeze over my body, sending chills throughout. However, with my wolf genes, I don't get irritated by the cold. Rather the cool air is simply refreshing. Wolves typically run hot, much hotter than a normal human anyways. So the cool air was much appreciated.

I know I’ll sleep nightmare free tonight if I ever do take a few minutes to dose off, but right now, I’m perfectly content to work with my dragon sleeping on my chest. Unlike shifters, elves' body temperatures don’t run at the warmer temperatures of shifters. Our body temperatures are more closely aligned to a human’s, according to Dr. Everett. Perhaps it’s why we always wear long robes and dresses. Over the last decade, I had to adjust to spending time with a mate whose body temperature is not only warmer than mine, but she’s a fire dragon so her body heat is even warmer than other supernaturals. Now, feeling the weight of her body beside me and the heat of her body warming mine, it feels l

Almost a couple of minutes passed, and they were now outside the vicinity of the woodland. And with her wet, warm body, Andrew was having a problem of his own. He could almost feel the warmth of Diana's body and knew that it had been ages since he had felt the woman's warmth. He had difficulty focusing, instead, he thought about how those books and movies got it wrong when they thought that a vampire was a cold-blooded predator. In reality, they were like humans; they could eat human foods and such, but it didn't give them the sustenance their bodies needed.

“I guess it was too cold” He glanced at the glass and nodded. The drink wasn’t that cold it just had ice in it. Even though as werewolves we were warm blooded, we still could hold on to ice. We didn’t need to be vampires who sleep bare-chested in the snow. So why was I feeling like this?

Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red. I brought the collar slightly closer to my face, and even with the dried coffee, that intoxicating scent of luxury, a fresh cedarwood, expensive cologne, and crisp winter air that lingered faintly on the threads. It was a smell that belonged to someone who ruled the world, completely different from a nobody like me. But the brief rush of heat in my chest was instantly crushed by a cold wave of pure terror.