Bloodlust Book Novels & Stories

“We’d all be following her. As it is we have no idea what they want or when they might strike. She’s putting us all in danger. This might give us the upper hand.” I put my hands over my ears. Whoever they were discussing, it was none of my business. I felt guilty for overhearing as much as I had, but a tiny part of me insisted that they were talking about me. I drowned it out, and snuck past to the next set of stairs. Bloodlust was waiting for me downstairs with a trowel in his hand and an excited grin on his face. Kneeling in the damp soil and taking care of the delicate plants brought Bloodlust and I a great deal of joy. One of the Omegas saw us working and brought us hand-squeezed lemonad

I laid in the grass waiting for him to turn, but he didn’t. He just stood there, staring me down with the same gleeful arrogance that always existed within him. I still felt odd. It wasn’t the booze, but I didn’t know what it was. I had never felt so alive. It felt like fire was pumping through my veins. I could feel the lust inside of me. It wasn’t like the lust that I had felt for Pip. It was something else, something more raw. The blood lust was the only answer. I had no idea how it was even possible, but it was there, as plain as day.

He was the playboy who slept with three girls with no relationships with either of them. He was very handsome. And he somehow made me very uncomfortable. Although I never got the bad vibes from him. I was not the talking type of girl, So he made me super nervous especially with his friends, and some people looking at us. "Uh- I have to go" I soft and sternly said as he frowned. I saw it from my peripheral view as I looked at the end of the hallway. "Were you hurt? What's that?" He asked his hand reaching for the book which I pressed against my bust and my body almost jumped as he harshly pulled it back. I felt exposed. And embarrassed. I could feel my clumsy hands shake as he stared at my ch

I could still feel the faint, lingering sting, but that was nothing compared to the thrill sparking under my skin. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I hissed, a feverish excitement overtaking my senses. “Now you’ve really turned me on for a hunt.” My eyes grew heavy, drugged with madness. I opened my eyes, and Xanthea froze, pinned under my heavy bloodlust as Pheles’ presence flooded the room.

However, that girl was an exception. Like a firefly, she flew into my world. It was a nonchalant glance at first, like two strangers crossing path until her beauty pulled me in. I couldn't help but stare at her again from the corner of my eyes, wondering who she was, but remembering how Lilith would join me in a day, I refrained myself and decided to walk away. I might not be a Saint, I might love killing, love seeing blood, and doing wild things, but I preferred to be loyal to my girl... But Calista changed everything for me ~

Hurt Vivianna and used her like an expendable plaything for decades. How he murdered countless people, not only to feed his addiction but also for fun. Oh, yeah. I was ready. Adrenaline fired through my system, fangs descending from my jaw as a startling hit of bloodlust fired within me. "Let's go." Gabriel's eyes flared with excitement, and I could feel the newfound bloodlust roll off of him in waves. This was new. The desire for carnage. He grasped my arm and I could feel his will to protect us come alive.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

All I had to do was to find out what she was feeling when she was aiming at my bloody fingers. "Everything will be alright, Hope," I assured. She nodded her head still on my chest. I raised her head and planted a kiss on her forehead. I looked into her eyes afterward. They were glittering. She was a vampire now, and these new effects were expected. Her eyelashes and cheeks were wet with tears. This made her look extravagantly beautiful. "Solomon and I did not learn to control our bloodlust in one day," I explained. "It took us over a century. Maybe even two. We had slaughtered villages and innocent lives during that period, but luckily, we could finally tame it. "

The image his words painted was so vivid, so horrifying, that I physically recoiled. Damien's face flashed in my mind, his grey eyes wide with shock and betrayal as I tore into his throat. Lacey screaming as I drained the life from her. The Leader watching in horror as the girl he'd taken in, the one he'd trained, protected and lost something precious for, became the very monster she'd sworn to destroy. "No," I choked out, my whole body trembling. "No, I would never-" "You won't have a choice," Elias interrupted, his voice harsh and unforgiving. "When the bloodlust takes over completely, there will be no loved ones, no enemies, no distinction between friend and foe. There will only be the hu

“It’s about a human woman.” “Oh,” Ambrose said, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs, his interest peaked. “Please do continue.” “I met her at the blood auction, her scent drove my vampire side mad, he just had to have her. I have never felt so much bloodlust before, I felt like if I didn’t sink my teeth into her right then and there, I’d shrivel up and die.” “Hmm interesting,” Ambrose said raising his hand to stroke his long white beard. “And did you given in? Did you drain her dry?”