Quotes About Blood

He is the most knowledgeable in all the ancient and modern arts. He is the most lethal and the most relentless. He is the hunter of all vampires." "And he's ancient enough and solitary enough to turn at any moment, right? Makes me feel really secure. And you forced me to drink his blood. That is going to take a long time to forgive.

Give her my blood. It is potent, like Mikhail's, and he grows weak trying to breathe for her and keep her heart going." "You are tired, Gregori," Jacques protested. "There are others." "Not with my blood. Do as I say." Gregori seated himself calmly and watched as a needle was inserted into his vein. No one argued with Gregori; he was a law unto himself. Only Mikhail could truly call him friend or command him.

You can't see yourself biting someone's neck, is that it?" Raven laughed softly. "I can't do it either. Yuck. Well…" She blushed, a faint pink stain spreading across her creamy skin. "Mikhail has a way of making it…" She trailed off. Shea found herself blushing, too. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Jacques seems to have that same way about him.

Byron guarded both bodies, stepping away from the priest to face the surrounding woods when the first ripple of energy reached him. Someone approached, someone of power, which wasn't entirely unexpected when their prince lay in a pool of blood.

Healer, hear me. I have need of blood, and this one before me, Julian, the golden twin, has said you will vouch for him. No one can voice for one such as Julian. He is a loner, a law unto himself, but his blood is untainted. If Julian turns, it will be Aidan or I who hunts him, no others. Avail yourself of what he offers. "Did he give me a good recommendation?" Julian's smile was frankly sardonic.

Come, Raven. We must leave now." Andre snapped his fingers, holding out his hand. The vampire's face was flushed with fresh blood. The glow of evil was in his eyes; his mouth twisted with cruelty. You cannot allow him to touch you. Mikhail's dictating was grating on already raw nerves. I am not stupid.

You just want mixed blood because you took one look at a certain woman and all brain matter went dead," Fen accused. Zev didn't open his eyes or stop feeding. She did make an impression.

The curse of Abraham continues to poison Hebron, but the religious warrant for blood sacrifice poisons our entire civilization.

the tree of liberty must be nurtured by the blood of tyrants, as well as of patriots).

She knew it should bother her more, being evil and all, but after she put on a little mascara and some lipstick and poured herself another cup of blood-laced coffee, she found that she was okay with it.

And he was like The sedative in the blood, blah, blah, four hours, blah, blah, nerdspeak, geektalk - -Abby

Eu sonho com sangue, com uma solidão tão vazia que nem o eco sobreviveria nela e acordo a gritar, ensopado no meu próprio suor, e mesmo depois de acordar a sensação solidão mantém-se durante algum tempo.

Root of a tree, fruit of a vine, let me pass by this blood of mine.

Roran era concentrato sugli uomini di fronte a lui, sul peso del martello che teneva in mano e sul selciato reso scivoloso dalle pozze di sangue che si erano formate sotto i suoi piedi. Spezzava, schiantava, colpiva e schivava; gridava, ringhiava e uccideva, uccideva, uccideva...

As to blood—ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

I am a vampire. Blood does not bother me.

There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.

Quant au sang, ah, le sang, le sujet entier me fascine. En plus, j'aime ça, quand ça coule tout chaud et que je suis assoiffée. Et je le suis souvent.

we were here to become like God. To live like his blessed son. We just needed a few pints of Christ's blood to do so.

Your skin looks like margarine, and your pants are so tight I feel like congratulating the blood that can get to your ass.

rare psychiatric malady that actually defines the idea—Cotard's delusion, the belief that one is already dead, or doesn't exist, or is putrefying, or has lost one's blood and inner organs.

History is a blood-drenched enigma and the world an error.

Hitlerites are blood and soil worshipers, human sacrifice mystics out of the dark forests of Germany before the dawn of civilization.

Blut und Boden—blood and soil—was the slogan. The ancient German warrier who died in battle was carried off to Valhalla, and that was a glorious death, whereas to die in bed was ignoble and disgraceful. The Führer was reviving all these ancient barbaric emotions, and his marching legions chanted incessantly about blood and iron and war. "Rise up in arms to battle, for to battle we are born!