Blood Death Wish Novels & Stories

he whispered, after a minute. He loved my blood, it made him high. I’m not an idiot. “Fucking right it should be him. His name is RYAN,” Troy said, spitting. I knew his dying wish was probably that he get to see Tully die, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction, but he’d be next no doubt. My demon kneeled before him and placed his hand on his scarred chest. The vamp had no soul to take, but I would ensure there was no way to resurrect his body. I took my other hand and quickly shoved it in his mouth, jerking it back. His head ripped off and I blew on it, igniting it.

A low growl erupts from my throat, which makes the Blood God glance at me. “Moon Goddess vessel. Welcome,” he says. “Just stay there and watch.” And soon Bryer’s corpse starts to move erratically. The white in his eyes turns black. The blood in his veins pulsates, and then he throws up black blood. He crawls to the Blood God’s feet and kisses it. “Please, no more,” he pleads. “I don’t want to die anymore. Don’t kill me again.” The Blood God kneels before him and says, “You need to die a hundred or a thousand times more, just so you will get familiar with the feeling of death. In that way, you can call up the dead and make them do your bidding.”

I struggle to my feet and pick up the Dagger of Eternal Death. “NO!” My bonetta screams and sets it on fire in my hands. I drop the dagger, drawn to it like a moth to a flame and I watch as it turns into a pile of ash. My head shakes with disbelief. I stare at Beards' lifeless body sprawled across Jajas' legs before I allow my grief to consume me. Cocking my head back, I'm unable to stop a roar departing my lips that could possibly fucking split Mahji in half. A royal blooded Kindred has fallen, taking a piece of his brother's twin-hearts with him.

I ask him with undiluted contempt towards him. Without warning, he spins around and walks on top of Yuris' lifeless body to get to me, his fingers snake around the base of my throat and he squeezes them. "He lived his life and as far as I am concerned, anyone that willingly works for Artemis Volkov deserves to die." His hot breath that smells of cigarettes and coffee fans my face. Licking my lips, I glare into his eyes, "You have let your thirst for blood and vengeance consume you, it's robbed you-"

I grasped his chin and hissed, "Death's too merciful for you, Felix. I'm going to make sure you live until you're 100 years old. You're going to watch me take away everything that you hold dear." … I didn't see Faith again after that day. Apparently, she was beaten to death after she offended another wolf during one of her manic episodes. I felt a pang of pity when I thought about their pup, so I sent him to a welfare organisation. Unfortunately, the pup's brain was damaged during his time with Faith, so his mental age would forever remain at three years old. Meanwhile, I adopted the pup with the type-O blood, dedicating all my attention to raising him. He grew up to be a brave, strong wolf.

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

Rolling my shoulders, I tilt my head back and let out a howl as I place the short barrel of the revolver against his head, between his eyes, at which point Viktor pulls me away from him. Slowly turning my head, I look at him, like a possessed man in need of an exorcism with the foul stench of death wafting in the air between us. Wrapping my fingers around the base of his throat, I walk him back until he is pushed up against a wall, and I hold the tip of the dagger beneath his chin. "Do you also have a death wish?" I hiss violently. "Net. [No.] But I think you need to calm down and listen to what he is screaming."

The room seemed to freeze in that moment, the sound of El Cado’s life leaving his body the only thing filling the air. El Cado’s body slumped to the ground, lifeless, as blood pooled around him. Dante stood over him, his breathing steady, his heart pounding, but there was no satisfaction in the victory. Only the cold, empty feeling that came with knowing there would be no more betrayals, no more threats. El Cado was gone, but the scars he had left would remain.