Bloodborne Prey Slaughtered Novels & Stories

“If I were awake, your sister would be the first person I’d kill for hurting my family.” No one dared to comment. Xian pretended to reread the chart. Aarush busied himself, picking up the pieces of the broken ceramic on the floor while Cole stood up and walked toward the cabinet, taking the medical kit. Bryce didn’t even bother correcting her. “But how? Newborns are always thirsty for blood,” Bryce added, not giving up the topic. “When you’re turned, you no longer desire food. You lose yourself... your humanity.” “They turn into dust, too, when beheaded or when they walk in broad daylight. Not our vamp family.” Aarush grinned.

Adonis' Pov My victim was writhing in my hands as I fed on me. Angrily, I dropped the body loudly on the floor, after feeding with his blood. I normally do not feed on living souls but one particular delicious blood has left me wanting more than usual. I usually go for blood donated in the hospital or wild animals to feed on but until I sunk my fangs into Bella's neck and had a taste of her blood, I went rabid, wanting to taste her over and over again.

It was nothing but a weathered sack of muscles when I was done. "I need more, the child craves living blood." My scenes were telling me the herd of deer was long gone and there was nothing else around for the taking. "I don't know if you'd like to do this but back at the mansion there are blood slaves for that soul purpose." "I won't do that. Carden's system is cruel. The fact he got more after all of them left with me is sickening." "And what killing an animal isn't?"

Stephen explained a bit. "Ohhh that's why everyone was tense when I first entered the office. And Max left the office when I had the finger cut". Callum exclaimed and Max nodded. "Yes. Among all of us, Max has the least tendency of blood tolerance. Because he still prefers Human blood unlike us. And mostly unlike me. Because I don’t feed on human blood. Like only once or twice. Otherwise I am happy to be a lion hunter". Stephen smiled. "So that wasn't the Red Cherry Wine you were drinking". Callum thought for a while and then his eyes were wide again. Stephen looked at him and laughed out loud.

His eyes narrowed forming slits, and his voice dropping an octave lower, “You cared so much about him. Don't you?” I stood there rigidly, holding his gaze refusing to look away. “Then since you care so much about him, you're to partake in the prey hunt and if you succeed, I shall spare Kael.” His voice was filled with venom. The prey hunt. My heart thumped and my head reeled as I thought of it. I had never been in such an event before but I knew what it was about. Those who break the rules in the pack house were often made prey in the training ground for the young warriors to hone their skills. There could be an accident. A knife could accidently impale you or you could be maimed intentional

The vision abruptly disappears. Brook-ta-man vomited. The hunter's blood splattered across the floor like a sticky goo. The vampire, full of disgust for what he had drunk, moved his hands creating spell threads, froze for a second. The white-faced's blood flared up like gasoline, the mutilated body caught fire. The vampire set the hunter on fire. Brook-ta-man looks at the burning body of the enemy.

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

Zev was glad he was alone, no one would be able to witness his pitiful state. Days passed, and he was no longer starved until the midnight of the full moon came. Zev thought everything would be all right as long as he settled with animal corpses. However, his beastly nature was never satisfied with just mere animal meat. He needed something better… something that would befit his kind… human flesh. He explored the jungle in the middle of the night hoping to find a single human he could prey on. The night passed and the sun was slowly rising when Zev found himself lying on the ground, exhausted. The thirst and hunger which almost tortured him to death were gone. There was only satisfaction fil

His lifeless body crumpled as the infected tore into him, its claws digging deep into his chest. The family scrambled toward an empty boat, their desperation palpable as the creature feasted. The infected tore through the seer’s flesh with sharp, eerie teeth, breaking bones as if they were twigs. A black aura surrounded the creature, the seer’s soul being devoured by its corruption. It paused momentarily, savoring the moment, before ripping out the man’s large intestines and stuffing them into its bloodied mouth. The scene was a monstrous display of both hunger and calculated malice—a monster not just driven by instinct, but by something far darker.

I’ve been able to find plenty of food. My need for violence has been slaked by hunting my prey. No guns here in the Underworld. I have to beat them to death. Bash their heads into the rocky ground. Literally tear them limb from limb. I usually end up covered in blood and ready for a fuck.