Bloodborne Prey Slaughtered Novels & Stories

Laughing and screaming, some fighting with each other for a show. Vomit arose in Diana’s throat. They could see a crude line of iron cages full of weeping, pleading humans and trolls, werewolves, and witches. Other humans were strung up from poles, and still others were surrounded and taunted by groups of ferals. But the ultimate dreadfulness playing out before their eyes was not one of torture and ravishment, but cannibalism. The ferals were eating their hostages one by one. Some took the time to impale the victims and roast them over the flames. Others had no such civility, eating the poor humans alive and drinking their blood. The hostages were not being held for ransom at all. They were

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

let's start the hunt kids —The crunching of bones breaking, blood flowing everywhere, heartbreaking screams from the Neophytes made us understand why they had hidden, they thought of coming to see one more of their blood shows without lifting a finger, they found a mundane massacre from which they could not get out —It was very easy Matallus, it was like a child's game —This is the beginning, they were what is commonly called "cannon fodder" and now we are going for the real prey "the lycans"

They smell delicious, anyway. I advance toward the men who are now frozen on the spot because there's no way I was going to allow my meal to run away from me. One after the other, I plunge my fangs in their necks and suck their blood dry until they slump to the ground and die, leaving the bitch conscious so she can be so scared of the nightmare in front of her. Nothing is more fun than making a prey so scared before killing them. It gives this satisfaction that nothing else matches.

Alexis spread her arms, and closed her eyes for a moment on there right now. “Ego Alexis Calder. Hominibus puro sanguine in corpore toto. Purus lamia venator sanguis. Auxilium tuum peto venatores lamia in circuitu mundi. Ubicumque es, modo ad me veni. Auxilium tuum mihi opus est contra bellum cum lamis malis. Huc veni, quaeso, venatores lamia circum orbem. Adiuva me ut perficiam propositum vitae meae ut mala lamia ex hac terra deleam. Ponere posse stateram vitae nostrae, sicut venatores lamiae, boni lamiae, et homines. Ego Alexis Calder, venator vampire sangui- nis. Iterum te rogans, venatores lamia in circuitu mundi ad me veni et adiuva me ut hoc bellum vincas. Veni. et veni...” Alexis mutt

She was fixated on the moonlight reflecting off the ice as it glistened on pine needles covered in frost. The prey was brought down one at a time. Some were executed swiftly, and their blood was drunk on the spot. Others were restrained, branded, and fitted with collars before being led out of the woods by their new masters. Aric watched everything going on with a visceral revulsion, and he detested that others of his type enjoyed participating in the blood sport. His attention was drawn to some movement along the boundary fence. When he got a better look, he noticed that one of the female prey was grabbing handfuls of pine needles from the lower branches of a tree and frantically rubbing th

All three of them spit on him, as if it was rehearsed. My feet moved on their own toward the pup and in a couple large strides I scooped him up. He had a binky in his mouth and it moved, he was fast asleep. I cradled him to my chest and listened to Tyler gurgle, trying to breathe. Zach quickly slit the throat of the male he was holding and several others were killed by Shadows like a flash. Out of nowhere, the vamps fell from the sky. “Good work everyone, the demons will feast tonight,” Godfrey said, smiling.

“The one and the same. Many over the years have come and filled the troughs of blood out of foolish plans to finish what the first idiot started, but the curse has held strong. It’s a brilliantly designed ritual… One I plan to use for my own ends.” I thought back to the locker room, but the vampire didn’t seem interested in having sex with her. He pulled out a sword and cut through her as she screamed. Blood spurted out from her waist. He cut her head off and then dropped her body in the deep trench nearby. I felt sick as I realized that he wasn’t the only one doing it. There were others. The scent of silver filled the air, and I realized they were all being dumped in. One of their hands sho

Every bone in my arms and legs felt like it was being pulled in a different direction. Blood, the voice whispered, then snarled, then howled. We need more. MORE. I couldn’t think past the voice in my chest and the fire under my skin. The lights over the food stalls swam and doubled, turning into a kaleidoscope of colors and streaks of movement. A group of teenage girls giggled past, holding prizes from a nearby game. I could see the veins in their necks, pulsing with blood, warm, delicious blood, and I would need all of it, every last drop from every one of them and then everyone in this park until I stood on a mountain of bloodless corpses, and only then could the beast come out—

“Absolutely fucking not. There’s no way in hell that my pregnant mate will get anywhere near bloodthirsty vampires in the middle of a feeding frenzy.” Blood frenzies were essentially blood orgies. Sex and feeding went hand in hand in feeding rooms. They get so hopped up on the high of adrenaline, blood, and sex so much so that it resembled a shark feeding frenzy. It was not a pleasant concept to imagine and probably even harder to witness. I leveled my mate with my patented look that I always aimed at dickheads and douchewads. It always loudly broadcasted my irritation and anger. He flinched minutely, but I still saw it.