Blood Lust Mtg Novels & Stories

Thick black veins pulsed violently beneath patches of torn flesh while jagged bones protruded unnaturally along his spine. And those eyes- Those fractured yellow eyes burned into Zara's very being with pure hatred. There was no warmth. No recognition. No trace of Kael, her mate remained inside them. Only evil and intense hunger. A violent shiver crawled down Zara's spine. This wasn't merely a wolf anymore. It was something ancient. Something cursed. Something born straight from hell itself. "Quick! Hold him down now!" she screamed at the warriors, panic tearing through her voice. Without hesitation, the men transformed and launched themselves toward the beast all at once.

"Then take the blood of the one you rejected." She lunged upward, her obsidian blade glowing with the iridescent white fire of the Star-Born. She was a streak of light against the crimson sky. She carved a massive wound into the beast’s chest, but the thing didn't bleed; it leaked a black, oily smoke that smelled of jasmine and lies. The beast swiped at her with a claw made of six fused Alpha-hands. The blow caught Lyra mid-air, throwing her into the stone pillars of the Great Hall.

The pale violet fire behind its pupils was burning with an insatiable, final victory. You came back to watch the harvest, little queen, the dual-toned voice hissed, the sound echoing off the wet granite walls like the scraping of a thousand iron needles. The executioner’s core is remarkably dense. His Lycan blood carries the weight of a hundred dead outcasts. With it, our silk will never rot again. The entity raised its left hand. Its fingers had completely transformed into five long, jagged iron talons that dripped with a clear, volatile oil. It positioned the points directly over Klaus’s exposed heart, preparing to drive them home to extract the final drop of his lineage aura.

I breathed, the words a brand, surprising even myself, the silent war waged for her attention. My thumb traced the delicate curve of her jawline, a possessive gesture that elicited another soft gasp from her. The primal urge thrummed possessively. Her scent, a heady mix of innocence and burgeoning desire, was a potent aphrodisiac, urging me to delve deeper, to uncover the secrets whispered by her trembling form. The beast within me coiled, not with aggression, but with a fierce, territorial joy.

"I… I don’t understand.” "Our kind has two compulsory urges that must be satisfied every once in a while, or we cannot function—" "Yes, I know. To drink blood and to have s-sex," Aekeira supplied. Lord Vladya nodded. "Correct. We call them Bloodlust and Sexlust. We must indulge occasionally to keep the mind clear and the beast satisfied. Bloodlust never goes dormant, but Sexlust can. Do you know when our Sexlust instincts go dormant, Aekeira?" She shook her head.

"You need to cooperate with us, Reian. The bloodlust you have is rare, and it will soon be like Saint." "What do you mean?" I spoke. "As you can see there are types of bloodlust, your sister has a psychotic bloodlust, which leads to a massive killing. But that's not too strong to worry about." Psychotic bloodlust? First of all, I don't know anything about it. And am I aware that there are different types of it?

Ants were meant to be stepped on by humans, and humans by the Undead! “I will return this to you,” Bloodlust chuckled grimly and spat out the blood she had been keeping in her mouth all this while. The red liquid forced its way into Philip’s eyes and blinded him. His movements came to a natural stop and he was left vulnerable. “Crap!” Razor screamed, trying to get to Philip first, but how could he who had always focused on brute strength be a match for a Blood Daemon’s speed? Jack was also trying to stop her, and so was Davies; however, neither one of them was close enough. With a cruel laugh Bloodlust stabbed her blade into Philip’s abdomen and twisted savagely before cutting across in a tr

And since Layla was a powerful Tribrid, she would feel the urge stronger on her. "It's okay my love. It's totally normal",he told her softly. "It's your first time, so having those urges are normal. It's called the blood lust. It will pass with time..." He stopped what he was saying when Layla's body arched all of a sudden and her canines elongated. Black fur began to sprout out from her skin and her claws emerged. Riven looked up at the sky and saw that the cloud covering the moon was gone and the silver glow of the moon was back.

The impact lifted me off the ground, my ribs shattering under the weight of his strike. I flew a few meters back before hitting the ground hard, the force of Darius’s strike driving me deep into the earth. The impact sent shockwaves through my body, and for a moment, everything was a blur of pain and darkness. My ribs felt like they were on fire, and I coughed up a huge amount of blood, my mana reserves dwindling with each passing second. *The first phase of Bloodlust Ascendancy is wearing off,* Kyrax’s voice echoed in my mind. *We don’t have much time left.*

“Still as secretly as vicious as ever, my Lady.” I helped him dress, slowly. I tied the laces of his shirt while he slipped his feet into his boots, and for a moment, it felt like things were almost normal. Almost. But then I touched his collarbone—and his body shuddered. “I told you,” he growled lowly. “Lucifer’s bloodlust is more active than it’s ever been. I’m holding it back with the last thread of our sanity.” That did it. We needed to drain it out somehow. Cleanse it.