Novel & Cerita Blood Thirsty Book

“Ignis vitae is not yours to keep, it is ours to bleed.” I snarled, blood dripping from my chin. No. It wasn’t theirs. It wasn’t Everley’s. It wasn’t the Interregnum’s. It wasn’t even ours. It was hers. But gods help me, I wanted it. The next merc came at me with a blade instead of a net, and I let the hunger loose. Fangs buried deep, shadows threading through his veins as I drank deeper than I should have, the heat rushing through me, molten and powerful. His lifeblood filled me until he fell limp, boneless, and still I hungered.

DEBBY’S POV __________________________________ It’s dark, heavy, like I’m stuck in wet dirt. My side burns where that knife got me, a dull fire that won’t quit. I feel Jerry running—his fear hits me hard, his steps fading fast in my head. My heart screams to grab him, keep him close, but my body’s frozen, dead weight. I’m trapped in this black fog, voices muffled, like I’m underwater. The book’s probably still under my jacket, useless now. All I got is this fight to hold on—for Jerry, for the truth about that damn bloodstone.

My one choice would decide the fate of this island. I felt a strange feeling holding me and could hear the screams. It was a calling. Someone was begging me for help. Tugging at my hair, I peeked inside the book. In Pages, a lady seemed to be working on a design with her child wrapped against her back. The little one with shiny eyes was dreaming while holding her mom tightly. I could feel the warmth of her smile. Nerves get on me when I put my hand on the page. The light penetrated my body. Within moments, I felt a drastic change in my surroundings.

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

As Caitlin flew over the Bronx, she was horrified to see the extent of the devastation occurring on the streets beneath her. On block after block, there was bloodshed, vampires gorging on humans, openly in the night. There were also humans attacking humans, trying to flee in the chaos. It was anarchy. And she couldn’t help but feel responsible. If she’d had just held onto the Sword, if she hadn’t let it slip away, perhaps none of this would’ve happened.

*Trigger warning for this book. Murder, talk of sexual assault, suicide, descriptive death scenes* I stood in blackness, darker than anything I have seen or felt before, it pulsed through me. It was me. My parent's bodies under my feet were twisted and bloodied, indicating a death that was anything but painless; I knew they fought back until the very end. Blood was the only thing that I could smell; its thick tang coated the air, coated my hands. I knew they were there, but my head was clouded, my vision blurry from the moment I stumbled upon them.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

He added and I nodded and sigh again. “I will kill him with my own hand if he does something bad to Blood.” Third Person POV “F*ck him! F*ck! F*ck that mother f*cking bastard.” Blood keeps on cursing as he is inside of a room of a house believe, where they take him yesterday after his ‘encounter’ with Devren. “I will f*cking kill that mother f*cker!” He said in anger.

I whispered. A fresh wave of nausea hit, memories pushing like claws against the walls of my mind, shadows of a past life I had spent years trying to understand. This book...This book was the answer. This was the ritual Darren used to kill me, to kill my baby, to take power for himself.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.