Werewolf Blood Novels & Stories

I slurp its blood completely out from its body as it writher in pain under me losing to the death. I Drag my fangs out from it after taking last drop if its blood falling down from my lips, by licking it with my cold tongue and hum in pleasure. Werewolf blood is tastier than humans but we dont get addicted to it as we get addicted to the human blood. After all our food is human blood not werewolves. “Die you puppy, die”, Edward seethes as he parts the jaws of the werewolf with his hands and separate them breaking its jaw bone giving it most painful death.

I settled myself. “We learned that she was planning to formulate an immortality serum. She was gathering blood from witches and werewolves, combining its power. She wanted to keep her youth and ability to cure. She wanted your blood and any blood of half-blooded so it would be compatible with her. We heard that when witch’s blood can not be mixed with werewolf blood unless it was mixed with half blood like you. Your blood is compatible with both kinds of blood.” Alpha Riva said.

Alexa’s POV I rose to my feet, I'd confirmed what I needed to. This is a werewolf’s blood, who knows, they might have to kill more than one person to get these liters of blood, this is up to twenty. “Let's drink and make merry!” Baron tells his brothers, they all settle down. Raising their faces up, they grin. As they raise their faces, the most frightening thing is being shown. Their eyes which on a normal circumstance have several colors all change to bloody bed, this matching with their devilish grin. They smile towards the camera and for a while my heart stops, anxious if they have sensed the drone.

The tempo of his pulse slowed from a high-intensity pop song to a romantic ballad, low and lazy. She learned in that moment that human blood was very different from werewolf blood. Werewolf blood was like a rich, full-bodied wine or a gourmet dessert. It was exquisite, exotic, captivating, but you couldn't fill yourself up on it if you tried. Human blood was like candy. It was so hyper-sweet that you didn't want to stop consuming it and it gave you an instant rush of endorphins and energy, but that high wasn't meant to last.

Both Juliette and Grayson stared at him. "I mean...those things might have bled blue, who knows with those little creeps." "No, sticking to the fact that humans are extinct and there have been no traces of human blood, red human blood in Werewolves for years." "Okay, so maybe that is a little far fetched...what about a Vampire?' "Hey, Mr Alpha, I do happen to be right here," Juliette growled, smacking Jaxon over the head. "No, Vampires happen to contain red blood. Perhaps you should attend the fact that she smells like a Werewolf."

“Do you not bleed red?” She beams, her crystal green eyes glittering. She stabs her thumb, and I gasp at the sight of blood so black, it could be tar. “Werewolves bleed black, Vampires bleed blue, Fae blood is ichor, Lycans…well, they don’t bleed. They have skin thicker than Adamantine. Though, if I were to take a wild guess—” “Vampires? Lycans?” My voice is faint, breathy. My gaze zeroes in on her finger and the wound that is now closed. “You’re a werewolf?”

Blake secretly enjoyed William’s reaction. Unlike their adversaries, the yellow-eyed werewolves fed on the blood and flesh of animals. They eat typical things like grains, veggies, and fruits, yet there are moments when their bodies crave that type of food. Their throats become dry when they do not consume animal flesh or blood. They can’t stand it since it’s so painful, which is why they keep stock in the kitchen. Blake wouldn’t know if they were changing them every day with fresh ones because he was never assigned to the kitchen.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? 'Jesus Christ…if you can't be appreciative—.' He winced in pain and continued, 'At least be perceptive….' His body tensed up and there was more blood. Blood was gushing out the hole in his chest. I kept staring at it, the thick, black blood. SHIT. A werewolf's blood turns black when—. 'Silver!' I gasped and cradled Rum's face to check for signs of life, and he coughed violently, spurting more blood.

Damian replied, gazing at the rogue who glared back at him. The rogue's eyes were bloodshot, a clear sign of drug addiction and a taste for human blood. Any werewolf or lycan who has tasted mortal blood experiences a change in their eye color—they turn red in their werewolf form and develop an unquenchable craving for human flesh and blood.

She swore on everything she had that she was a witch. The man grew a sharp fingernail and swiftly gave her a cut on her neck allowing her blood to gush out. Black blood it was. Humans and werewolves had red blood and the witches had black blood. She cried out in pain from the wound and the man quickly transformed again. He rushed at her and threw her on his back and started running. The rest of the wolves follow behind. She held onto him tight, afraid she might fall off.