Bloodborne Prey Slaughtered Novels & Stories

Sadly, Marcus thought differently. She sighed at the memory that should never have been. She was born an original. Originals fed on the blood of animals and birds and certain grain by-products and plant life. They were never intended to feed on humans. It was her foolish recklessness during her early centuries of life that got her caught up in a bet amongst a few of her wild hearted friends to see who dared taste human blood. It was the fact that it was forbidden that made the challenge all the more thrilling.

My phone buzzed with a message, which I read immediately. Alessa: We're waiting for you. I got back on my feet, got into my car, and drove away as fast as I could. --- "It's very strange, honestly. I also feel observed. When I was alone at home after I arrived, I felt odd. I've never felt that way before," Karina said, taking a sip of her milkshake. She had arrived a few minutes ago, and I had mentioned that soon the strange boys would be my neighbors.

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way. My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten

They hadn't been allowed to feast directly on humans blood, only through the blood banks they purchased from the hospitals. Logan waited patiently for his prey to get closer into the darkest part of the alley. He couldn’t risk being spotted when he was about to taste the forbidden fruit. When the man was at the spot where he wanted him, he leapt down on him and pinned him to the ground, his fangs ready to sink into his neck, which had blood deliciously

"Tell me you did not enjoy the little brunette we scared shitless together” She sighs. “And what about sex ? Isn’t sex much better when their horny blood flows through our veins ?” I breathe into her ear. “Do you remember how we have fucked our brains out, high on their blood ?” She shudders and licks her lips. I move my face closer to hers and smile down at her. "Then tell me again why we go and draw blood from cattle and run blood donor clinics ? We are predators. It's our true nature to hunt. They are not our business partners, they are food !”

His nose twitched and tingled, tracking the stench of a vampire feeding. He was cloaked in silence and stealth, slowly padding through the soft grass and freshly fallen leaves. The dense forest was the perfect waiting place for an ambush as his predatory eyes found his prey. The thick greenery with its silvery filter of the bright white light from the full moon helped to camouflage his light sandy colored coat. His yellow gold eyes trained on the vampire as he curled his lips to expose his pearly white canines. His unsuspecting prey let out a hissing shriek of surprise when he finally revealed himself before the undead began gurgling on his own blood while Kaynon locked his jaws around the v

His once-lupine form now resembled a twisted, monstrous creature driven solely by a ravenous appetite. Scarlett, sensing the horror unfolding before them, growled a warning at Jasper, her voice low and urgent. "Jasper, back away! He's not Brody anymore!" But Jasper, frozen in shock and sorrow, couldn't move. Lucas, reacting swiftly, pushed Jasper aside just as Brody's jaws snapped wildly, aiming for Jasper's throat. Lucas took the bite instead, his body shuddering as Brody's infected teeth sank deep into his shoulder. The pack's Beta let out a pained yelp, stumbling backward as Brody's grip tightened.

This time I hit the target in the soft spot on its neck and the beast spirals to the ground landing with a heavy and loud thud. I set off at high speed trying to catch up to the others. “They are turning away,” Finn calls out his sword pointing to the sky. Sure enough, as I look up, I see the remaining two prey birds circle us from overhead once then take flight up the mountain. I turn to look at Finn who is covered in dark goo. A blood-like substance. Out of all the creatures that crossed over the prey birds were the worst. They were harder to kill and even harder to detect until they were almost upon you. I wondered if that was the scent Finn had picked up on earlier.

After begging my dad for the 100th time to let me come back home for school, he finally gave in. Before the semester started, he warned me repeatedly. “There is an underground clique around campus. Every year, they single out one freshman who attracts too much attention and make that person their punching bag. “They are careful about covering their tracks. We’ve looked into them for a long time and still have nothing solid. Keep your head down and watch your back.” I nodded, then I remembered that I had recently joined the incoming-freshman group chat. I opened it and intended to ask if anyone knew anything about the clique, only to discover that someone had tagged me. [Damn, we found