Blood Lust Mtg Novels & Stories

Dmitry rose slowly, his face dark, eyes glistening with contained fury. “Now it ends. No more retreating. No more waiting.” “We hunted before… But now we’re going to DEVOUR.” He took a deep breath. “Every bastard who conspired against her… will pay. One. By. One.” His eyes burned, almost incandescent, as the aura around his body expanded, as if the essence of the predator itself was awakening with a thirst for war. And in that instant, there was no longer Dmitry Rurik. Only the beast. And the world would begin to feel what it meant to provoke the heart of a Lycan bound to a descendant of Death.

he asked, walking down the stairs to the middle of the hall, "for me, you are just a bug, and this time I won't stop until I don't crush you under my feet, where you belong!" "You can fight me, but how would you fight my pack when all of your members are half dead on the ground?" Dante asked, pointing to the members of the Bloodlust pack. "Don't forget that I am their leader, and I am powerful enough to put all of you to death. I am enough to bring all of you to death" And with that, Lycan King attacked Dante without warning. He shifted his shape, and his single powerful paw was enough to knock Dante to the ground.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop

Hoody, he's still got nerves. "I won't fuckin let you have the deal.... I'd rather die than watch you have the...." I hit him with the butt of the gun as blood rushed out of his nose... "Fine then.... we'd have it the hard way." I grit One of my men handed me a hand drill... I clutched it as the sharp end spins faster... I pressed the sharp end to his lap as his screams filled the hair. Flesh flying as the point went deeper into his skin. There was a cackle of laughter from my men. I grinned and removed the sharp end from his skin blood and flesh sticking to it... blood rushes out of the opening as he felt dizzy from pain

The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an eerie glow on the scene before me. Matt's deep voice cut through the silence, his words carrying a commanding tone. "We have a common enemy," he said, his eyes locked with those of the vampire leader, Tristan. "The witches are growing stronger, and if we don't unite, we won't stand a chance against them." Tristan, a tall and imposing figure, nodded slowly. "I understand the threat they pose," he replied, his voice smooth yet laced with a hint of danger. "But can we truly trust your pack, Matt? Werewolves and vampires have never been allies."

My body began to tremble violently as I could feel my anger rising. I took a tall stance, not like other wolves but rather like a Lycan. The werewolf council leader was trembling with fright when I felt my gaze pierce through his body. His face was showing fear, and I could see it in my eyes as they wavered from normal to crimson. I don't give a damn about his erratic emotional state. Right then, I just wanted to murder him.

However, activating Blood Wolf Phantom required burning blood essence. Fortunately, the black-armored youth possessed a Blood Essence Fruit. After consuming it, his essence replenished, allowing him to unleash the technique. He crept closer and hid behind a towering tree, his hands forming seals while chanting obscure incantations. As the runes coalesced and took shape, a faint red blade aura emerged, radiating a bloodthirsty sharpness. Just as Chase meditated to recover, the surrounding air trembled. A sharp blade aura materialized out of thin air and struck his chest with brutal force, sending blood spraying everywhere.

[Carys] Our daggers clashed once again. With every strike, Ruin’s vampire side grew more dominant, his eyes blazing crimson like the fresh blood of a hunt. The way his enticing gaze fixated on me, like a predator, sent a rush of bloodlust coursing through my veins.

I felt like I was floating in a sea of bliss. Lazarus increased his speed, pushing my both my knees against my chest. Until I felt him still inside of me, his fingers bruising my skin as came, white hot liquid gushing into me. He released an agonised growl, not pulling out. His eyes flourished with flames of malevolence as they focused on me. “You will have my heir Bellatrix, and I will come inside of you every day until your sweet fucking body cannot take it anymore.”