Bloodborne Prey Slaughtered Novels & Stories

"Food will be here any time now" "They will starve us until we swore allegiance to them" Daren said. He is a unique Badblood; he will become what he touched. If he touched a rock, his body will turn to rock. Though Mira didn't saw him transform into one, just thinking of it gave her chills. Daren on the other hand has very manly features: hard muscles, a clean cut hair, a beard, and a strong black eyes. His lips is tiny and his nose is extremely long but in a handsome way.

He turned, a sword flashed, a bright crimson stream colored his tunic and vest. Sailor Fird slashed a man over his face; Albin slashed a buccaneer's neck, the man fell to the ground, trying to stop the life fluid. The poodle around him became larger. Albin turned, made a sign with his arms. The blood, change density, rose up and started boiling. It divided itself into two exact copies of the dead sailors. The first blood-sailor slashed a man across the face, its sword flashed. A man held parts of his skin from falling. A buccaneer rushed, the blood-sailor avoided the blow, slashed the man across his groin. The blood-sailor turned, a harpoon pierced his chest. He slowly returned to the bloody

Bohdan didn’t want to take the chance of just walking out the gate with the rest of the crowd, his chances were good he’d make it, but this was his best opportunity to leave this hell hole zoo for good. The area where the killings were to take place were still within the fenced in perimeter of the zoo and he couldn’t just fade away like he wanted. Then he spied something in the distance that gave him an idea. It was the meat wagon that brought the slaves the vampires feed on parked next to the stable. The horses were eating as the workers checked on the slaves to sort out the dead ones from the lives ones.

She grabbed his shoulders and picked him up, his feet dangling and jerking. She made one more effort to bite down on his head and she felt it crumble beneath her teeth. It caved in and she suddenly had a mouth full of hot blood and brains. OH! Delicious! More, I must have more of this! She peeled the front chunks of bone away from the lifeless body. Seeing the prize underneath, she slid her tongue out and gathered up the clotted pink and gray chunks of flesh, and slurped them down. She drank the blood that had pooled inside the cavity after she had scooped out the brains.

First, he'll hurt everyone I hold dear. I know him. Beruth Sanguinite is a sadist. Both my siblings inherited that cruel streak of his. I never mourned my brother's death; I felt relieved. One less monster in this world. Clyde used to enjoy luring human girls into the woods around our compound, where he and his friends would each have a go at her, drinking her blood till there was no more ecstasy for her, just pain. The bite of a vampire is like a potent drug. In certain parts of Europe, there are human farms where humans willingly live with vampires.

With a savage twist, I rip his arm from his body, blood gushing from the wound and splattering across my fur. A grin spreads across my muzzle as I gaze down at my handiwork, relishing in the sight of Adam's blood staining my claws and coating my face. But I'm far from finished. With a predatory gleam in my eyes, I prepare to unleash further torment upon him, tearing him limb from limb until he's nothing but a broken shell of a man, begging for the mercy he'll never receive. Adam bolts, which is something I expected. Adrenaline surges through me. Nothing is sweeter than hunting down your prey, my blood sings. I spring after him on powerful haunches, the forest floor blurring beneath my swift

This morning, I'm still so worried. I didn't get much sleep! I kept having horrible nightmares. In some, I was being chased by a family of zombies through the manor house, in others, I was the Bathory's meal. This food thing is really getting to me. All the little details I've put together is making me reflect on the nature of my hosts. And on the darkness surrounding them. I see Sarah coming to meet me. She looks more rested than I am. It's not very surprising considering...

And beside me did not mean she was to stay silent. I exhaled slowly. "You're right. I'm sorry." Savannah's expression shifted, surprise softening her fear. "I know." She said, a little too quickly. Despite everything, my mouth twitched. I turned back to the papers. "Look, there's more." The next page was older. And not in my mother's handwriting, but a copied passage from some record I didn't recognize. "To create a Bloodborn, you require three violations: stolen wolf blood, vampiric hunger, and Luna magic that had been broken from its rightful bond. The result is neither dead nor living. Neither wolf nor vampire, but something that is between doors." I read out loud.

A life without my brothers in it was a fucking nightmare. I rushed back to the Main mansion and saw my step mother smiling at the phone, I bet she was making a call but I didn't care at the moment. Reaching the last stage of the shift during the blood moon means death, the last time it happened to me…my father has to do something he never meant to do, killing a new born baby so I could feed on it's blood to survive. I almost gagged at myself when I heard it but fuck this curse, I'll do anything.

Vampires' forte is from behind and straight at humans, using claws and fangs to squeeze their prey and suck blood. If they are hungry, they will drink human blood when they catch it and then kill it, but if it is not because of hunger, they will use sharp knife-like claws to stab the throat of their prey. Many people tell them to do it because they like to watch fresh blood gush from the neck of their prey, a kind of crazy and perverted hobby. Phoebe was half vampire when she heard that, she involuntarily raised her trembling hand to cover her neck, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it herself.