Blood Fiend Novels & Stories

He grew quiet for a minute before shaking his head, “You know what you sound like?” “What?” “A fucking hypocritical bloodhound.” If not that he was driving, I would have punched him hard enough for his hand to swerve off the steering wheel and careen the car over the bridge into the black, icy depths of the canal. He knew how much I hated being referred to as a bloodhound. How much I hate being reminded that I was a fucking abomination. Soon we arrived at the Feeders Corp building. The house was solely for vampires of all breeds and was where auctions would be held regularly.

Ming He’s eyes brightened when he heard Chu Feng’s words. Leviathan, a beast of legends whose blood could heal any and all injuries. No matter the disorder or disease, the blood of the Leviathan would be enough. It could be cancer, an incurable kidney disease, or chronic ischaemic heart disease, the blood of the Leviathan could heal all! It was a beast that had not been seen since the ancient times, and neither Ming He nor Chu Feng believed that it was a beast that actually existed. It seemed too absurd to be true.

"The baby's Xander Zane's. If anything happens to me, he'll make you pay." I never wanted to drop Xander's name—but I was out of options. Steven froze. "Bull. Everyone in Levaerom knows Xander's basically a coma corpse. What, he knocked you up from a hospital bed?"

He grabbed his gun from the ground with his right hand and held my hand above my head with his left hand. 'I hope you burn in hell!' I spat when he pointed the gun at my head. 'Oh no. You'll be the one burning.' A stranger's voice screamed from the doorway. A gun was fired when I closed my eyes. A heavy weight fell down on me and cut off my air pipe. I heard my father breathing out his last breath and tried pushing off the heavy body of my father but I didn't have the strength. I felt warm liquid over my left arm. My father's blood. He's dead.

“And why is that? If you are a scavenger, you would’ve give away your scent to them before you could even get inside the hospital.” Raverine take a glance at Ember and back to Uncle Felix. “Because I’ve been drinking your niece’s blood. Mature and clean blood. The rarest blood that could grant me the ability to supress my vampire scent and heighten my vampire senses.” Uncle Felix was taken aback and widened his gaze back and forth to Ember and Raverine. “This is impossible. That is not… But she wasn’t put through that experiment. You were a failed experiment…” Ember furrowed her brows, walked closer to her uncle to shake him a little bit from the shock.

It was the type of pain where even your gums and bones screamed in agony, your whole body rejecting its existence in this world. I cried into the pillow, feeling blood flowing out of my stomach and back, soaking the mattress. How much blood did werewolves have? I knew humans could bleed to death. Could werewolves too? When Alex came, would he do worse? I didn’t think I could handle it. I was now begging God to let me bleed to death. For Alex to treat me like this crazy bitch just had would destroy me.

Megan had her mouth opened and fear radiating from her pores. Why would they have to drink vampire blood? *Babayigha ; Boogeyman

"I said… In your dreams!" With that, I chomped down on Jonathan's ear and ripped a chunk clean off. Blood sprayed into the air as Jonathan kicked me away from him. Clamping a hand over his injured ear, he glared at me, his eyes blazing in fury. "You're dead, bitch!" He raised the knife and lunged at me, aiming straight for my chest. In that critical moment, the door to the factory was kicked open, and police officers swarmed into the building. The knife was knocked out of Jonathan's hand before he was tackled to the ground and successfully restrained.

He was lying near the fire pit. I thought he was sleeping at first. Then I noticed the way his arm was bent. Too stiff. I walked closer without meaning to. His eyes were open. They were staring at the sky. There was dark red on his shirt. I didn’t understand it immediately. Then my stomach flipped. Dead. He was dead. I stepped back quickly and my heel hit something. I almost fell. My scream came out before I could stop it. It was loud. It sounded like it belonged to someone else.

Fiend! The entire hall was left in an uproar as soon as the term was mentioned, as fiends were individuals who lost their minds and only sought to kill! And aside from their savagery, their combat ability also improved exponentially, and Caleb's recent form really suited that description!