Blood Thirsty Book Novels & Stories

Katerina He left me here. In the middle of what feels like the biggest field I’ve seen in my life, and I haven’t even seen it properly in the darkness, he left me among the sugarcanes and just rushed toward the murdering, fire-starting bad guys ahead. For a moment I don’t know what to do. I just stand there, a damn hunting knife in one hand a a fucking gun in the other, and do nothing. Then shuts come and shots are fired. Curses, men’s voice, raised high and menacing.

I shouted back as I filled the glass up again, I drank the glass in one go and once again my thirst was not quenched, Damon came behind and held me, his chin resting on my head "How do you feel?" he almost whispered "I'm fine" I turned in his arms and looked into his eyes, his hand touched my face, as he looked into my eyes, I tried to show him I was really fine "But, I'm really thirsty, I've already drank two glasses of water, but I'm still thirsty" I got a little quiet near the end as I felt a pain in my mouth, it wasn't bad, the pain, it was just a sharp pain almost like a needle but his hand on my cheek was doing something to me, I held the hand in place as I turned my face a little to k

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

Mom rushed over with red‑rimmed eyes and slapped me across the face. “It must have been you who drove Sheila away.” Her voice trembled with anger. “A girl raised by human traffickers is exactly what I expected. We should never have let you come back.” I stared at her. Then, through the blood blurring my vision, I looked toward Derrick. At that moment, the system’s countdown echoed in my mind. The stabbing pain in my chest intensified without warning. It hurt so much that every word required all the strength I had left. “If this was how things were going to be…”

The darkness remained silent and empty. “Alexei! You bastard!” I kept roaring. Kept screaming his name until my voice cracked. My throat felt like it was on fire. Each scream tore at my vocal cords. And I could taste blood in my throat, warm and metallic. It filled my mouth. I coughed violently. Blood splattered from my lips onto my chest and trousers. The dark stains spread across the fabric as an evidence of my desperation. But I didn't stop. I needed to get out of this shit and save Irina. I needed to see that son of a bitch and put a bullet in his fucking head this time!

Giselle sighs, massaging her temples. There's no other way she could survive this, so she shuts her textbook, organized her writing materials inside her pencil cases, and placed it all inside her bag. Giselle pulled her iced coffee and started sipping on it. She runs her finger on the leaked water from her cold cup. "No, I don't believe in them. We're no longer twelve," Giselle ridicules, rolling her eyes in absurdity. Her eyes trailed to her surroundings while Yvonne began to tackle more about bloodsucking demons until Giselle found something that caught her attention. Mr. Mercado placed newly made tiramisu crepe cake, the ones that she loves.

She wiped more blood on the cover, and just as she predicted, it broke free of whatever invisible chains that had been holding it closed, and opened for her. “Oh my gosh, it opened!” Juliet practically screamed as she reentered the room. Syanna wiped her eyes with the back of her shaky palms as she stared at the book. She had spent days—hours trying to open this damn book. And all it took was a drop of her blood. Why didn’t they think of that before! It was above her. Yet, just as she was about to reach for a page, her eyes started to flutter, her limbs went weak, and the entire world started spinning.

I screamed, feeling on the verge of losing my mind. Blood was dripping from my fingers, but I didn't even feel the pain as I gripped the blade. Mom didn't even glance at my injury. She nodded firmly. "Yes!"

This morning, I'm still so worried. I didn't get much sleep! I kept having horrible nightmares. In some, I was being chased by a family of zombies through the manor house, in others, I was the Bathory's meal. This food thing is really getting to me. All the little details I've put together is making me reflect on the nature of my hosts. And on the darkness surrounding them. I see Sarah coming to meet me. She looks more rested than I am. It's not very surprising considering...

“She’s the daughter of the vampire who died to save me. I owe her more than she knows.” “And yet... she hates you,” Elias said. I nodded. “She thinks I’m a monster. And maybe I am.” Elias frowned. “But there’s more, isn’t there?” I stood and walked to the bookshelf. I pulled a leather-bound book from a hidden drawer behind it. The cover read: The Book of Shadow Bonds. I opened it to a marked page. The prophecy was written in faded red ink. “A child born of cursed blood shall rise, Moon and night in her veins,