Bloodborne Prey Slaughtered Novels & Stories

When i was in a killing mode, they knew better than to come near me because i was really dangerous especially when it comes to that. Sometimes, i usually let my prey go but not until after sucking their precious life blood. In most cases, they wouldn't survive because i had taken an important element from them- the will to live. They usually became a shallow, skeletal image of themselves and some times, they ended it all by drowning in the pool of despair.

I didn't bother trying to make new friends, knowing I'd probably just end up biting them too. An insatiable thirst for blood coursed through me, like an unquenchable fire. Every night, the once peaceful town of Grey Valley bore witness to my gruesome deeds as I stalked the shadows, hunting for my next victim. I became the town's worst terror, leaving behind shattered families, wounded children, and lifeless couples. My aching fangs yearned to pierce living, breathing people, to savor the warm life essence pulsing through their veins.

I asked him. "I will never bow to a witch. I will take pleasure in eating your heart since you chose to ruin my meal!" He spat back at me with an evil smirk. Yes, I could have easily done a killing blow, but I find a slight enjoyment in making the evil beings suffer a little. Plus, I get paid more if I deliver them alive. Mucelini here broke the law. Ghouls have centers where they can obtain flesh to survive. When several ghoul attacks started in the area and the Paranormal Enforcement Agents (PEA) couldn't find the culprit they called me. Freya Blackwood, paranormal bounty hunter. I take on hunting ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. I am the best of the best and

Its sudden appearance caused a ripple of panic, and many tried to make themselves as small as possible, hoping to avoid its wrath. Without warning, Annihilator lunged at a young boy. The boy didn't even have time to scream before his head was ripped from his body. Blood sprayed across the room, and the wolf drank deeply, savoring its kill. The sight was too much for some of the slaves, who fainted at the gruesome spectacle. The cloud-covered moon and the onset of heavy rain added to the macabre scene.

Why did we have to eat from a package, as if we were mere beggars? - You have been sleeping for many centuries; things have changed. I banned the hunting of humans, which my father loved to do so much. There are blood slaves who, by their will, share their blood. No vampire needs to drain a human to death. It is much more practical to make the donor live for many years. Hunting humans in the times we live in today is only practiced by nocturnal people, who, because they are acephalic beings, act by instinct and not with intelligence.

“Tara won’t tell?” “She won’t remember.” I breathe, unclipping the metallic wolf heads at my shoulders. They hit the table with a dull thud. “You knew I disliked her?” He sounds closer when he answers, “You were watching her the whole night with a murderous glare, and I only had my eye on you.” “Does it not hurt when you…” I trail off, imagining what it would feel to have him drink my blood. His hands slip around my waist, his lips pressing against my neck. “I'm Bloodborn—a halfling. It only hurts when a Bloodsworn vampire—one turned from a human—feeds.”

When the vampires were done with a human, that became too old and sickly to produce enough blood, the really evil ones would rip them to pieces while alive. Creed had the boar stripped off most of the meat, the tusks sawed off and thrown into another basket filled with more tusks. Seriously? How many tusks does a man need? My mind continued to wander, thinking if one day I could dress an animal, prepare it to eat, but the more I thought of using a knife to filet anything turned my gut.

~MILLIE~ The sight before me was nothing short of barbaric. I hadn't really looked properly when Dan attempted to encourage my view but now, with the shape side of a silver blade to my throat, I had no choice. It was as though I was watching a high-definition thriller movie on a big screen. Blood was literally spraying into the moonlit sky, limbs were being torn from the human hunters as though they were merely a rag doll held together by some flimsy stitching, and even though it appeared that the supernatural werewolves were the winning team, they weren't without injury.

Instead, I must rely on my cunning and resourcefulness to procure sustenance. Blood bags have become my lifeline, a necessary compromise to maintain my sanity amidst the chaos of this realm. These sterile pouches, filled with the life-giving fluid, have become my salvation, providing me with the sustenance I need without drawing unwanted attention. It is a delicate balance, a constant battle between my insatiable thirst and the need to remain hidden from the prying eyes of the werewolves.

The team couldn't save him, they just kept running and finally at the entrance of the cemetery just an inch to the entrance gate, they froze in anguish. "What in the world?" Rapidfire mouthed. Aaron was lying helpless but dead on the dry ground flooded in his own blood. Above him, Rapidfire could see a figure as white as snow with dark woolen hair devouring him by the neck. Exactly how a vampire would attack but the figure wasn't thirsty, it was feeding on his body entirely like a zompire. SLASH!