Bloodborne Prey Slaughtered Novels & Stories

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

Just as I jump at the nurse and bite into her neck, gulping her blood like it's my last meal. “Savage stop! You will kill her, sweetheart.” Skyler yells as she tries to pull me away from the nurse. I ignore Skyler's pleas, consumed by the throbbing need for sustenance. My fangs elongate, and I tear into the nurse's flesh, savoring the metallic tang of her blood. Skyler's voice becomes distant as the euphoria of feeding takes hold.

I asked, my voice laced with apprehension, as I continued to move backward. Instead of responding, his expression turned even more sinister, his eyes seeming to bore into mine with malicious intent. This unsettling standoff continued until my back hit a dead end, leaving me with nowhere to escape. He brandished a knife, and I was consumed by fear, thinking, "Is this how I'll meet my end?" "I've been hired to kill you," he announced, "and after I'm done, I'll desecrate your lifeless body until it can't take it anymore." He lunged at me with the knife, but I dodged it purely out of fear and sheer luck.

Shattered on stone like a bomb detonating. Ceramic shrapnel exploded. One piece—razor-sharp, spinning—caught her palm. Sliced to bone. Blood poured. Rich. Red. Alive. The smell detonated in my brain. Everything human vanished. Erased. Gone. The hunger didn't rise—it consumed me. BLOOD. MINE. TAKE. NOW. I moved. Pure instinct. Pure need. No thought. No choice. Vampire speed. One second seated. The next—across the table. Hand around the maid's throat. Lifting her off the ground.

And as if the last of my sanity broke apart, I pounce in the air, my mind going blank, nothing running through my mind but the urge to kill. I need blood, and what I want is what I should get, like how it has always been. Dawn broke through the forest while I was having my fair share of breakfast. I rip the naked one’s head off, spewing it on the ground, and with one single claw, I pull each one of his eyeballs, throwing it on a small fox lingering around. The other was already on his wolf and was running for his dear life. He was a few meters away before I tackled gin to the ground, growling.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

The pale man around his 40s was indeed covered with blood as he was monstrous and killed the man who causing havoc around his land. "Lifeless body is now fully drained. Let's benefit from your blood since it's very clean upon tasting it." A cold and imperious tone from the pale man commented after licking his fingertips from killing his prey. The wounded hanged man was indeed lifeless as it was covered with bruises and claw marks as if it was hit by rapid wolves or bears around the area. He likes the view but recalling what the man had done to his subjects around his land, it was an unforgivable one.

Their sanity. It was hands down the most inciting sport. It was a part of being a vampire that I loved so much. It brings me so much joy, when I see that lifeless and helpless look in their eyes, how they beg for mercy and struggle to hold on to their life while my fangs are deeply buried into their neck, relishing in the thick red liquid that seeped out of them. I loved the fact that I could dominate them and I loved how they are at my mercy. It has never made me change my mind about killing my prey, instead, it makes me so excited to make them suffer, even more.

Draco POV: I won’t say that I was fully convinced with Beth story however we still planned on helping her and others, as I laid Mr. Hanzo on floor surface, I tuned my attention to Jasmine who was looking ahead at guest of ‘TarBone’ Ceremony, the one who were earlier infected by dark blood poison had kill many of their own relative under its influence, mercilessly slaughtered bodies of their families were lying on ground as dead corpses while the one who had killed them were oddly looking at their bloody hands and face which were covered in crimson blood.

“Yeah. Doesn’t feel good to be called names, does it? And cut smug the crap. All your pawns were slaughtered.” “I didn’t think you had the bloodlust in you. How does it feel having so much blood on your hands?” “Underestimating me was your own mistake and sometimes to beat a monster, you have to become one yourself. I said slaughtered instead of murdered for a reason. I wasn’t going to wait for karma to deal with you and there was no reason to show them mercy if they were on board with your disgusting plans.” “And who do you think is to blame for all this?”