Blood Of My Monster Novels & Stories

"And that's hypocritical, given that I'm perfectly fine with eating their meat." I almost laughed at that, but I did my best to hold it in. This was not the time for my foolishness. "The thing is, sucking their blood feels different." She continued. "I mean, eating is something regular people do, right? But when I have to feed on blood, I feel like a predator... a monster." Saying it like that made it easier for me to understand where she was coming from. And if I were not aware that she was going to yank my head off, I would have hugged her. So I decided to stay put and speak for where I was.

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

Blood gushing out of the man above me's neck onto my face as the others scream in panic. “She is a monster!” Their voices echo through the room as the darkness inside me opens wider. And I cannot stop it. Growl! Gnash! Grrrr!

I caress his cheek with my thumb, the sticky blood on his face smearing beneath it. “I am,” he whispers hoarsely. He reaches up to wrap his fingers around my wrist and lifts my hand from his face, lowering it between us, his eyes transfixed on the blood transferred onto my skin. I press my other hand to his chest, right over his heart. It thumps beneath my palm as his eyes meet mine again. “If you’re a monster, then you’re my monster,” I say resolutely, pushing up on my tiptoes to brush my lips against his. I taste the metallic hint of blood on his mouth, but it doesn’t deter me from pressing closer, stealing a soft, iron-tinged kiss.

But still, the truth will pierce you and will drill deep into your mind, slipping through your thoughts. Serra felt like her heart shrank into the size of an atom, lost and then gone as the truth hit her like a poisoned arrow, painful and torturous. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Her mind repeats. Should she be scared? Mira is a Badblood. Should she hate her? She's a monster. Her kind killed your father, a voice inside her said. She's your friend and will never hurt you, another voice inside her said. She just stood there confused and unmoving. She felt a lump on her throat and her eyes started to blur.

After serving as the food they must take blood tonics and feed on nourishing delicacies to replenish their strength and blood. A blonde maid came over to me and a redhead went towards Cass. They both took a knife and sliced their wrists. The pleasant smell of their blood filled my nostrils and soon took over my nervous system. Some drops of blood splattered on the floor and I could feel the beast from within begging to be unleashed. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my orbs turned darker at the immense hunger. Black veins reflected underneath my eyes and I sank my elongated fangs into the maid. The nourishing drink filled every part of my body and awoke me in a rejuvenating way. I coul

I was loving this new me, and I was high on power, the power I had gotten from blood and magic. "Let me go, Son of Haimon, and I will never return here again," Maria pleaded, but I was too hungry to listen. I craved her blood and her magic. There was nothing she could say to me that would make me let her go. She was my prey, and I was her predator.

he warned. Day Two: Achi lost consciousness during training. When he woke, his eyes were pitch black, and his voice echoed like two beings speaking at once. “He’s merging,” Marcus whispered. “With what?” Ava asked. He didn’t answer. Day Three: Ava saw her mother again—this time not in a vision, but in a dream too vivid to be false. “When the Blood Moon rises, you will either become her… or end everything,” her mother said before fading into mist.

He turned to me, and we looked at each other in silence. Just when I thought we were finally on the same side, he slid a black bank card across the table toward me. "There's 2.5 million dollars on this card. The PIN is your birthday." I froze. "Sawyer, remember this. Money is the only thing in this world you can truly rely on. "From today on, forget about all of them. I'm the only family you have." He paused. "And the only person whose word you follow is mine."

“Baby, whatever shit your mind tells you that I am, it's true.” Bite. My teeth sank into her skin, drawing blood. Ava cried, her tiny voice causing my cock to tighten with arousal. “You…you're a monster. I hate you!” She cursed. I didn't care, I sucked more of her blood, the taste pleasing me. “Right, pretty doll. Call me a monster–” I gripped her neck, watching her gag for air. Ava tried to thrash around, to fight to breathe, but I held on. She needed to despise me even more.