Blood In Blood Out Toy Novels & Stories

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

It’s almost like something toxic. When my eyes land on the blood that I just threw out of my mouth, the color of it startles me. It’s black.

“I shaped their lies for you. I didn’t know you’d… mean this much.” Alice pulled back, the spark twisted by Elara’s words. “You all made me a monster,” she said, voice raw, the courtyard’s silence swallowing her. The carved symbol pulsed, and a shadow moved by the trees—the new girl, sharp eyes cutting through, her silver ring glinting. A whisper hissed in Alice’s mind: The war starts here, weapon.

She said, holding it out to me. I didn't take it immediately. “What is it?” “An enchanted Athame.” She said simply and it was my turn to roll my eyes. “I mean what does it do. What is it echanted with?” “Enough power to kill a vampire, should you get the chance.” I paused and looked down at the weapon again before closing my hand around the hilt. It vibrated in my grip, singing to some deep, primitive part of me that hungered for blood.

I see the way the energy isn’t flowing evenly anymore. And I see the center. That concentrated signature. Not Arachne’s magic. Not stable. It spikes again. Wild. Then it slams down. I feel something close to excitement curl in my stomach. Not joy. Not happiness. Something sharper. “She doesn’t have control over it,” I murmur. “Over the child?” Carter asks. “Over what the child is becoming.” Abomination. The signature flickers like a bad lightbulb. Erratic. Emotional. I imagine the girl inside that house. Helena’s daughter. Unaware. Untrained. A loaded weapon with no safety on.

Jonah’s still at the table, drawing now instead of eating, his pencil moving in quick strokes across the page. I sit there with him for a few more minutes, neither of us saying anything, just existing in the same space while Mara’s music pounds through the walls from her room. Then he turns it around so I can see. I go still. It’s a drawing of a car. Not just any car. Two cars, actually, twisted together in the middle of the page like they’ve collided, metal crumpled and glass scattered everywhere. The lines are dark and heavy, pressed so hard into the paper in some places that it’s torn through.

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

The fiery developments took place from gentle to urgent, becoming more and more passionate between two strangers. Body scent mixed with sweat makes a night of sex like a fierce and thrilling wild hunt. Like he transformed into a hungry wolf enjoying his prey, in space continuously emitted soft moans that provoked the primitive instincts in the male body. Holding hands, both bodies synchronize to a rhythm. Waking up in the morning, bed sheets scattered, two bodies entwined. Rian felt extremely numb, she tried to move a little, everywhere was aching, she discovered that her limbs were limited, unable to move.

Blood oozed out. "It hurts..."