Bloodlust Book Novels & Stories

But as I got nearer, flashes of clothes being torn and a man looming over the prone body of a woman, kicking her, hitting her as he tried to force his way inside her pumelled my vision and the need to claw the phantom bastard away from her became a real need. The smell of sweat, blood and terrible things clogged my nostrils and with an ear-piercing howl, Kevin took over and I saw red. The rest of the next events was one big blur of red hues, crunching bones, agonizing terror that was so vivid I could taste it on my tongue. my eyes fell to the severed head in my hand and I slowly unfurled my fingers from the hair, watching as it dropped to the ground with a small thud and rolled to the side.

Chapter 1 Thirst clawed at her throat while her stilettos clicked a steady thrum against the pavement. The hunger for blood had been building within her core for days, and Cybill needed to feed on flesh more than she needed air to breathe. Her warm hazel eyes were rimmed with crimson…it was time.

Ray’s wolf was right beside me, snarling, ready to attack. Miles took down the nearest man. His jaws clamped around the man’s neck, cutting through his windpipe. The coppery taste of his blood filled my mouth. Bloodlust sparked a frenzy within me. I was oblivious to the whine of bullets zipping past my ears. Flashes of memory; the cage, the pain, wolfsbane burning through my body. It spurred me on. Kill them. Kill them all. We will never be caged again. Fangs ripping through flesh. Blood. Screams. Mindless fury. The warm stench of shredded bowels surrounded me.

Their futures should have been dark and gloomy, like that of every promising Undead who languished in the darkness; yet Breaker had died. Bloodlust spent a good deal of time staring blankly at the corpse of her brother. To be perfectly succinct, she had spent only a few minutes doing that; however, that was enough time for Kylie and the others to deal with Dark Shadow. While they forgot about her, Bloodlust’s mind replayed memories of her brother over and over again until the restriction she had placed on herself for her entire life broke. When those eyes regained their cognition, the calm girl from a few minutes ago was no more. For a crazed smile grazed her lips and her eyes radiated a fur

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter” ************************* Re-entering the Bloodlust games was never an option in Kiara’s life. But when revenge is on the line and both she and Richard are forced into them, they have nothing to do but survive, for it was either play and live. Or die…

Apparently, they found a gunshot wound to her stomach which means that definitely, her death is a murder case and one way or another, this misfortune was gonna involve me since I owned the place where she was found dead, I happened to be her boss and coincidentally, a fire started on the exact same night that her body is found. This had to be the worst day of my life and at this point, I can slowly feel myself losing my mind and at the same time, my sense of reasoning. Everything around me looked dark and felt gloomy. It's like I'm only going to keep experiencing the most horrible things in life and I highly doubt I deserve it since I've never done anything to hurt anyone, ever. "Babe, are y

Balthazar let out a raspy laugh. “You can’t kill me, so go ahead and try. I’ll just come back looking for more blood.” Balthazar gave him a crazed look, hunger in his eyes. This excited him, and his blood lust was shining through. My stomach turned as I looked at the pure evil that emanated off of him. But I could also see how hungry Garren was for Balthazar's blood too, and it was something I didn’t want him to have stain his hands. Balthazar was here for me, and I wouldn’t let his destruction weigh on anyone else’s shoulders.

Hoody, he's still got nerves. "I won't fuckin let you have the deal.... I'd rather die than watch you have the...." I hit him with the butt of the gun as blood rushed out of his nose... "Fine then.... we'd have it the hard way." I grit One of my men handed me a hand drill... I clutched it as the sharp end spins faster... I pressed the sharp end to his lap as his screams filled the hair. Flesh flying as the point went deeper into his skin. There was a cackle of laughter from my men. I grinned and removed the sharp end from his skin blood and flesh sticking to it... blood rushes out of the opening as he felt dizzy from pain

she paused for a while. "Bloodlust will make you do things you aren't capable of doing. I didn't mean to choke Audrey like that, then. It's just my bloodlust." Bloodlust. Why do we have that? Why? "Why did you have that? Why didn't other people have that? Why are we the ones who have that?" I asked. "Father has it too, and Saint. Mafia bosses who have bloodlust are the scariest ones. I know I'm strong but I might harm myself too if bloodlust hits me." What does he mean? Hurt herself?

“I could ruin you.” Her nails tore down my chest, her eyes rolling back. “Then ruin me!I want it. I want all of you.” I flipped her onto her back in one savage motion, her legs flying open as I drove into her again, harder, deeper. Her moans turned broken, desperate, her pussy dripping down my cock, soaking the sheets. I bent over her, my mouth at her ear. “Tell me you’re okay. Tell me if it’s gets too much” She dragged my face down, biting my lip until I tasted blood “I’m fine. You’re only killing me by stopping.”