Blood Death Wish Novels & Stories

I release him as he tries to breathe, blood pooling in his throat as he chokes on it. “Kill him, now. Stop playing.” My beast is screaming at me to finish him. I grab him by his greasy hair, dragging towards the podium and pull him up to his knees as he wheezes blood dribbles from his mouth. I look ahead at the council. The sick smiles are shining back at me from the council, whereas Darius and the hunters look on, terrified. I look down at Calvin and a smirk spreads on my face. I wrap my hand around his throat once more and rip his throat out. His blood sprays out and I just stand there, holding his shoulders as his body convulses. I watch the faces of the organisation; they pale as they wa

Sean raised his voice. "Ophelia! Mom died because of you, and now you're even cursing Lexi to die? You're heartless. How could you be this vicious?" He usually seemed calm, but the moment Alexia was involved, all restraint vanished. He'd hit me with full force. For a moment, the world went dark, and I reeled, barely able to stay upright. The taste of blood filled my mouth. I swallowed hard, forcing it down, until my vision slowly cleared again.

The fact that Dixon still breathed, still walked free, meant the girl had died silent. He laughed—a short, bitter sound. “And he didn’t just kill her. He made a spectacle of it. Slashed her throat in front of the entire council. Let her bleed out on the table while they all sat there, too scared to even drink their wine. He didn’t even ask her questions. He didn’t need to. He already knew someone had sent her.” “He suspected.” Zoe’s voice stayed level.

My assistant initiates to instruct my driver, and he drives to my brother’s financing company. I tried to calm myself down, for I don’t want to kill anyone, except the arrogant mere secretary! Cedrick Ma! @Death Wish

I smiled turning. Going out the way I came though the body was still their. Thank God she didn't come down, I thought. Looking up at the steps this is going to suck. I grabbed the body, using my power of teleportation to teleport out to the pack lands around the pack house. Hunters don't use most their witch /wizard gifts because when they do nature takes one of their lives . Its called the wizard death, its natures way of paying for the massive power that hunter hold. Landing in the wooded area. I fell to my knees letting go of the males corpse. Coughing up blood ,as it felt like acid coursed through my veins. All the blood in my body was vomited up. Then my body felt stabbing sensation al

. And now, I'm beginning to doubt if this crafty old witch wasn't using the dead body of the young omega to prepare some deadly weapon for the purpose of revenge against her lost bloodline.To end my misery once and for all. To get me back to my normal self, where I could feel the need to drink the blood of my sons, as a normal vampire should, I would have to devise a mission to set her body in flames. Because then, fire is the final elimination of everything, life and death. The reason why strong vampires could die with his powers not being passed on to another body is because he involuntarily gets consumed by fire when he has surpassed his immortality. The witches knew that and prepared a s

After all, if they were they were without a flaw, why would they have accepted another as their lord? This weakness was silver. Unless one possessed silver – the only mineral that was poisonous to them – a Blood Daemon will never die. Breaker had died exactly because of this. You see, Davies had attacked the unfortunate Undead with Dark Shadow’s weapon, unaware that this weapon contained silver in it. Although it wasn’t much, it was enough to kill a Blood Daemon if their vital spots were struck, and there was nothing more vital than the head and the heart, was there? In a sense, Davies had been lucky. After all, it was merely a fluke that he had murdered with a dagger that was not his own. T

He said. I felt like my heart filled with fear, I could feel it all over my body. “Death…” Peace called and Death looked at her then looked back at me. “If I were you I would go now, you might not see even just his body. I told them to cremate him---” “F*ck you.” I said and ran to the man car. Peace Ellis-Spencer POV “Death…” I called him as I saw the scare in Blood’s face. Death turns to look at me and wink at me and that’s I understand that he is just playing with him. After Death said something after Blood rushed towards his car that made me smile, no matter how he denied It and hid it---he still cares about him.

Squeezing them shut, I tried again, but I kept blinking back into darkness. I’d been coughing up blood all day. My vision blurred at the edges, and I could feel the end creeping closer. But I didn’t panic. Not anymore. I no longer feared death—I welcomed it, because I knew that at this point, death was the best thing that could happen to me. A month ago, my very own stepsister, Elizabeth Blackwood, had planned with my own mate, Viktor Thorne and they both handed me over like a lamb to be slaughtered. To Tharros Bloodworth. The very famous deadly lycan king of the west region.

ny bloodied hands, The air around me was thick with the smell of rogues I have been hunting for the past two days. I had killed too many. Twenty… fifty…, I had stopped counting. The curse inside me was roaring now, heavier and more intense than before, from the more blood I spilled. It was crawling through my veins, like painful thorns that wanted to break through my skin. “More blood, faster, kill them all.” Dax's bloodthirsty voice continued to echo in my head. The death match would start anytime soon, and I was far away from my Milo. “Our Milo, our mate…kill them all.”