Novel & Cerita What Does Blood Taste Like To Vampires

There was a weakening essence inside the house, as though he or she were fighting for life. “Stay here with Rory,” I commanded. Nolani was wise not to put up a fight. I kissed Rory on the forehead. Her shoulders went rigid as I let her go. The moment I opened the door, a coppery stench hit my senses. And it wasn’t human blood; it was a royal vampire’s blood, a pureblood. It had been a long time since I smelled this distinct scent, but I could never be mistaken. As vampires, human blood was sweet and inviting, as if teasing your senses to take a sip. But a pureblood vampire had that aroma that would rattle your senses to go haywire. It’s like the scent of your favorite food laced with drugs t

"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.

The taste of her blood was unlike anything I’d ever tasted before. That is until I tasted her arousal. The taste of something untamed yet beautiful, wild yet floral. The memory and residual taste still teasing my tongue. For the first time since becoming a vampire, my mind hadn’t been thinking about blood at all. I had been overwhelmed with the taste and smell of my mate, more delicious than anything I’d ever tasted, by far.

I glanced inside without meaning to. Blood — not the emergency-room kind, but the gourmet kind vampires paid ridiculous money for. Private-clinic blends, labeled by source, freshness, and serving temperature, delivered from the city like humans ordered wine or artisan coffee. Some drank it chilled. Some had it warmed. Some probably claimed they could taste notes of cherry, smoke, or whatever nonsense rich vampires said to sound refined. Something stirred at the base of my throat. A pull, like hunger but sharper — and wrong. I closed the bag fast and stepped back.

he said roughly after giving me a dark, hungry look. The only thing a vampire consumed was blood, and they all preferred warm blood from the vein. I shuddered as I replayed the memory of drinking from his wrist. His blood had smelled divine and tasted like nectar. It carried the dark flame of a faraway galaxy and felt like home. I scratched the idea of inquiring further where he was going to hunt. It was better to be smart than be curious and get myself in a pickle, like I’d done many times at the Shifters Uni.

He thought about the smell of blood from yesterday—it had been sour and had made him far too uncomfortable. It was common knowledge that human blood tasted best from the source. And a feeder’s emotions played a great role in just how good a drink would be. Pain equaled sourness, at least to him. There were a lot of vampires out there who preferred their humans nearly traumatized before feeding on them. But most Lords had feeders, and a feeder’s consent meant there was no fear of death hanging over them.

He thought about the smell of blood from yesterday—it had been sour and had made him far too uncomfortable. It was common knowledge that human blood tasted best from the source. And a feeder’s emotions played a great role in just how good a drink would be. Pain equaled sourness, at least to him. There were a lot of vampires out there who preferred their humans nearly traumatized before feeding on them. But most Lords had feeders, and a feeder’s consent meant there was no fear of death hanging over them.

81 I closed my hands into a fist as I bit down hard onto the inside of my cheek. 60 It didn't take long for the metallic taste of blood to reach my tongue. 96 I've been told that even the smallest scent of blood during this night could make a Vampire unable to hold themselves together. 51 Even if that's not exactly what I wanted to happen, it was the only thing that I could do. 1 Conjuring whatever last drop of courage that I could muster, I slowly exhaled a breath through my mouth. 27 The taste of my own blood was like tasting poison, knowing that it was going to get me killed.

The blood… it calls to me. Before I can really object, I open my mouth only for a small taste, but the way it coats my tongue is something hard to explain. This is the second vampire’s blood I’ve tasted, so I don’t have much to compare it to, but it’s different. Unlike Demetrius’s it’s not as sweet. It doesn’t taste as good, but it’s the way it instantly makes me feel that has me baffled. I feel like I’m floating, like I can actually fly. I’m stronger, my mind is crisper like I’ve gained the knowledge of years’ worth of education. For lack of a better word, it’s like I have temporary superpowers or something.

I ask him as I wipe my blood from his mouth. He licks the remaining drops of blood from my neck before he answers me, “It felt amazing. You taste so sweet, like nectar of the moon goddess. Your blood does not taste like normal blood, it is tastes sweeter and I could feel the power moving through your blood.” I look at him and I do not know what to say.