Bloodborne Prey Slaughtered Novels & Stories

Lior moved to his side, his hand finding the small of Aziel’s back, grounding them both. "Speak your final words," Aziel said, his voice cold and devoid of pity. Darius looked up, not at Aziel, but at Lior. His eyes were wide, the pupils blown out, as if he were seeing something through the omega that no one else could perceive. "You think you’ve won," Darius wheezed, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth. "But the prophecy... the blood inside him... it is not a gift. It is a hunger. It will consume you both... the ancient blood will never be satisfied."

“Claws? Come off it. A blade could do the same.” “Blades leave edges,” Mara said sharply. “These were tears. Rents in the metal, like teeth had worried it. And the blood—” “Enough,” Cook Hilda snapped, pounding dough against the counter. “You’ll scare the girl.” Sophia, standing by the doorway with a basket of folded cloths, stiffened. They thought she wasn’t listening, but every word slipped under her skin. Claws. Teeth. Wolves.

The prey, now facing the actual death, seemed to be shaking in terror, struggling with the grim reaper in the form of another creature enjoying the fresh blood, which was probably not much, considering that her condition did not seem okay. Luckily, the other potential prey couldn't see because their eyes were closed. However, I could see the pallor on their faces as they tried to find the source of the sound they heard—its groans and hisses filling the open space, mingling with the splashing water and the sounds of night insects. After Jason finished his ritual, he motioned for one of the men to come forward, and my eyes widened in disbelief. Damon is walking toward the prey whose Jason suck

“You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.” “Moonblood?” She nods. “Yes. The first of their kind was born under a red moon. It altered their chemistry, from what I read. Their powers are similar to the moon goddess.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach, chest tightening. “What happened to them?” “They were wiped out.” She flips the page. “These clan of wolves didn’t live among regular wolves because they were hated, envied for their strength. We heard that regular wolves tipped off human hunters, and every single one was killed.”

I replied, my focus narrowing to a razor's edge. We moved through the corridors, every detail sharp and clear. The scent of fear filled the air, pulling us like a magnet to our prey. We found one of the humans, a troublemaker who needed a lesson. We descended on him without hesitation, ripping into his flesh, the taste of blood igniting the primal fury within us. We drained him until he was barely clinging to life, his body limp, his existence hanging by a thread. I'd made sure none of the humans were blonde tonight. I wasn't about to let Mag's possessiveness interfere with our plan.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

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…”

But I didn't know what that actually looked like until three months ago, when the Order put me down here. As initiates, we're told it’s necessary, that without their blood, hunters wouldn't exist. That we need it to fight. That we need it to survive the beasts outside the walls, which is why the Order always keeps the ones they wish to harvest in the prison cells, bleeding them until there's nothing left but an empty husk. A sound mind is a liability down here. An escape risk. So, they’re always sedated, caught between awareness and collapse. Disoriented. Hallucinating.

His chef always whips up interesting dishes made entirely of blood containing various herbs and spices. Getting ready to entertain Baron and his guests is a tedious process. I always have to look my best even though it’s not my appearance that matters to him. It’s my blood. The rarest of the rare - they call it golden blood. I’m literally a vampire delicacy, and while no one’s allowed to bite me, he does like to show me off so they can smell what they can't have.

Claire grabbed him and slowly layed him down, he looked at the two women wide eyed. "What happened! I can't move!?" He said "I'm in pain!" Skyler held her hand to her mouth, she couldn't believe she took a man twice her size down with one slap. "Your neck is broken" Claire snickered and looked at Skyler. "A true hunter imobelizes their prey as much as possible, almost like a snake, then with the prey unable to defend itself, the hunter can now feed on it to it's pleasure" Skyler looked at Ron on the ground, her fangs are out but she didn't need to brush her tongue over them to know she's ready to drink, thirst, it was on the tip of her tongue, but the idea now of doing this to another human