Blood Thirsty Book Novels & Stories

he swore, looking into my eyes. "I trust you," I repeated softly. A heartbeat later, his fangs pierced my flesh. The initial pain didn't last long, giving way to feeling dizzy and limp. Ash sank his teeth deep and drank fast. His strength grew as my blood loss continued, and I could feel it in his tightening grip on me. My heartbeat faded, and my feet could no longer feel the ground. Soon, Ash supported the entire weight of my body, and my eyes began to close. He sucked my blood harder, as if he became intoxicated by my taste. I started to drift away, losing my awareness. My vision blurred. My heart slowed down, and I wasn't sure if I was still breathing.

****** In Vinneth, River Sile. The water began to churn violently. Jackson stumbled back as the crimson light flared, staining the sky in blood tones. "Donato... " Elowen cried. "Step away please...." But he didn't. He was drawn, like gravity itself had chosen him. From the heart of the river, the black book slowly began to rise still submerged in a sphere of water that refused to break. Its surface bled with light, pages fluttering though no wind touched them. Donato's eyes widened. "It's awake."

At the center of the cover lies a raised symbol: a drop of blood, intricately detailed, as if about to trickle down the cover, appearing almost alive. The clasp of the book is a masterpiece of brutality and symbolism. Made of heavy metal, it is adorned with tiny skulls and bones, reminders of the lethal power contained within the tome. The clasp seems to demand a blood pact to be opened, with a small blade embedded, ready to make the necessary cut. When I finally open the Bloodbound Codex, I feel the temperature around me drop abruptly, as though the very air had been sucked into the book. The atmosphere becomes denser, heavier, as if the essence of the book were absorbing the vitality aroun

CHAPTER 63 — Blood Debt The world had gone quiet. Too quiet. No birds. No wind. No voices. Even the fire had burned itself out. Only smoke drifting lazily through the trees like wandering ghosts. Sipho knelt in the dirt, the middle child in his arms. Their blood soaked through his clothes, warm at first. Now cooling. Sticky. Real. Too real. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking. He pressed his palm over the wound in their chest like he could hold life inside by force.

The vampire blood had always been there, buried beneath layers of resistance, but now it was close- too close - and she could almost taste it on the air. Taking one final breath, Zoe uncorked the vial, and with shaking hands, brought it to her lips. The moment the blood touched her tongue, everything around her seemed to tilt. The taste was overwhelming - sickly sweet and full of fire. It burned down her throat, setting her insides ablaze.

I felt myself getting pale , I just lost my complete energy due to the bloody marking done , a minute before . I hated myself to mark that bloody bitch as mine . But I had no option beside that . I tried to contact with fire but I couldn’t even feel him inside myself making me more hollow . I went towards couch and laid down and instantly every thing in front of mine was blacked out . Hey guys ... I would really love to know your reviews on the book . Please do comment 😊😊

Dino’s POV I had never opened those files in many years, not out of secrecy, but because they were covered with excessive blood. They sat on my individual server, and were kept, closed over three layers of clearance, any movement or conversation thereof being neither noticed nor recalled by anyone save the dead. I read them tonight, since the name of Drina was never to be forgotten, and because I felt that silence was beginning to be a crime. The screen was dimly lit in the dark office in which I poured myself a drink that I was not determined to take. The capital of Madrid was extending beyond the glass walls, breathing life, unaware of the ghosts breathing within my empire.

I pushed myself off the door frame and took a step toward him. "So, is this what you do to your victims?” I pressed. “You put them under your control and then kill them? Well, Darick, you can shove that stupid blood oath up your ass and go to hell! You are barbaric.” This clearly made him angry. Good. He deserved to feel half of what I was. "You don't know what you're talking about. You know nothing about me," he growled. "I know you are the leader of the Blood Brother's mafia, a gang of vampires, and I now understand why you're called Darick the Bloodthirsty," I replied, pointing to the bite mark on my neck.

Her entire chest was covered in a river of blood, where the bullets hit her. She was dead. ... Hello readers A reminder that the book is ending this month. I'm grateful for every support you've given. Don't forget to check my new werewolf book, Barbarian: Mated To The Savage Alpha. I promise, you'll love it. XOXO.

She poured herself a cup of tea and sat next to him, continuing to read her interesting novel. “Thirst, blood” pulled her out of the whirlpool of her novel, his incomprehensible murmurs, so she put her book on the side of him, trying to understand what he was saying. "thirst, blood" “Ah, right now,” I told him, and returned to him with a glass of water as the last time, and he shook his head, refusing the water to come back to consciousness gradually. He opened his eyes and watched her with confused looks just above him, trying to wet his lips with water that irritated him more than quenched his thirst.