Blood Thirsty Book Novels & Stories

I have nothing to do with this treacherous, absurd activity; let them end their lives and let their blood be on their heads; let it be painted on their palms and in their heart. Just as I watched the warriors continue to hurt and kill themselves, I spotted her. She was a white wolf, her fur was stained with blood, her muzzle including. I watched as she leaped towards the burning bushes and for the first time in a while, I was drawn to this particular wolf. I heard her wailing; It was like I could feel the pain that oozed out of her opened flesh. Almost. I cared. What would a lady be doing at this place?

Her father. Cameron Allistar White had been a soldier in the American Civil War when he was mortally wounded and left for dead. A nomadic vampire, searching for an easy meal, had begun to drain him—only to be interrupted by a clean-up crew retrieving fallen soldiers. The vampire fled before he could finish, leaving behind a man who was neither dead nor fully human. His heart still beating when the venom flooded his veins.

His mouth had moved to his forehead, his eyes reddened, they were held by a single line from the socket. “You don’t learn your lessons, do you?” Then he spun around and threw me at a tree. BANG I coughed up the blood that had formed in my chest from the impact. My heartbeat hammered in my ears. What the hell was this thing? It slowly made its way towards me, opening its gaping maw that led into the darkness and sharpened teeth ready to pierce through its victim. The heat in my chest slowly built up, a heat that was familiar but strange.

Come on…come on. But she could feel his body failing on her and Zaria felt hot tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. Then suddenly, a heat bloomed in her chest. At first, she thought it was adrenaline. But it wasn’t. It burst through her chest like she’d been punctured. Her breath hitched. And then–emotion. Suddenly, she felt him. Panic. Anguish. Fear. Loss. Zaria suppressed the urge to scream and she felt her knees buckling. She gasped, her grip on the bag faltering for a second before she steadied herself and pressed on.

“This is some dramatic metaphor thing. Like… symbolic. Right?” The book, shockingly, does not answer. I laugh. It comes out thin and a little broken. “Great. Thanks. Super helpful.” I keep reading because I don’t know how to stop. The words paint pictures I don’t want to see. Cities burning. Packs turning on each other. Vampires hunted into extinction. Hunters smiling as chaos spreads like wildfire. And me. Always the Lyovles. Standing at the center of it all. My chest tightens painfully. I press a hand there like I can hold my heart together by force.

"When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo. When a Vampire turns you, the venom in your system blocks everything. It stops your heart. It stops your blood flow. Letting your body adjust to the change. Hence the answer to your question. You wont breathe anymore. Your heart wont beat anymore. You are reborn without a heartbeat. You... Are no more human". Zee held his hand. They were all

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

The stranger that I had betrayed They casted their stones Pitting him with the pains in their heart As he slowly accepted his fate His resistance couldn’t oppose A big stone crouched up his head Breaking and tearing through his skull He fell with a great thud Covered with tears and blood While the mob continued incessantly Being incited by unwavering hatred And their loyalism to religion The blaring of sirens And chants of the mob The blood of an innocent man Whom I had betrayed Who did nothing but believe I was confused My legs proposing to motion But he held me tight This time, I didn’t fight He didn’t need to speak I understood his plight In that cold dark night He still wouldn’t let me b

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

D has been searching for us during the day because they know that Al is a vampire and that means for us, we would have to stop, rest and start moving at night, they want to catch us off guard, "Oh," I muttered, "Thanks I guess... But what is the other thing? you mention saving me twice," "You look pale, you should feed on the deer before you faint," her eyes shifted to the animal on the ground, Oh, that's what she meant, she saved me from W.I.K.D and from starving to death. Swallowing hard, I forced my eyes shut, opening them when I felt my fangs brushing against my lip, the she-wolf was sitting with her back turned to me licking her paws. Crouching, I brought my lips to the deer's neck, gag