Bloodlust Book Novels & Stories

A fire that long since burned out. But now, it's crackling. A living flame and all I want to do is burn everything to the ground with it. Tears wet my face as I stared at the name scribbled on the journal. Dante Romano. I guess I'll be your new predator.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

They rose and bowed properly to me before apologizing to everyone and departing as if they had done nothing to offend us. Even after the combat had ended, I was still on the evil side. My control was slipping away, and my ferocious side was rising uncontrollably again. I needed to cool it down since my body began to shake, but I craved more. I need more blood in my hands and my system—right now! “I need more...” I growled, trying to suppress my beast, but I couldn’t and just screamed. “I WANT MORE BLOOD!!!!” I snapped again, and my malice swirled violently around me, making the pack step back since I couldn’t control my blood lust. Not until I smelled something familiar—the only scent among

she said softly. “I’m not done with you yet.” He turned toward her, and there it was again—that flicker in his eyes. Hunger, yes. Possession. But also something colder. Calculating. “You think I fuck women like you for love?” he asked. “No,” she said, sitting up slowly, baring herself without shame. “You fuck women like me to forget something you can’t kill.” He didn’t answer. Instead, Cain stood, poured himself another drink, and pressed a button on the wall. A voice crackled through the speaker.

I should not feel aroused in this moment but having Ashton hold and touch me like this in a desperate attempt to keep me hidden from the creatures did something to my insides. His breath was ragged against my ear. "Come on, come on," he mutters, more prayer than command. The scent transfer should have been enough. In any normal hunt, it would have been. But the Lustfangs weren't normal. They weren't like the others; whatever the Soul Keepers had pumped into their veins had burned out everything except appetite for sex. "Fuck," he growled, the word breaking like glass. That was when I saw the first one.

Reyan's mind churned with dark intentions as he watched her trembling form disappear from view, a twisted smile curling at the corners of his lips as he reveled in the power he held over her fate. Reyan turned back to his laptop, watching the tracking software intently. Every move Arina made, every step she took, was recorded, each one a thread in the intricate web he was weaving around her. The thought of her desperation and helplessness fueled his resolve, his desire for control over her growing with each passing moment.

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?

Lucien asked, his voice dropping into a register so bone-chillingly cold that the ambient temperature in the corridor seemed to plummet. His absolute, murderous bloodlust flooded the entire structure, paralyzing every lesser wolf in the vicinity. With a slow, deliberate step, Lucien pressed the heel of his heavy combat boot down onto the man's exposed knee joint, applying an agonizing pressure that made the handler unleash a high-pitched, echoing shriek of pure agony.

Avina. The woman who once destroyed empires, who bent kings and warriors to her will, who walked through fire and left kingdoms in ruin. I had not seen her in this life, not truly, but in my blood there was memory, and in those memories her face was carved like a flame into stone, my hand trembled as I reached for the book that bore her mark, the crest of fire and ash burned into its leather cover. I opened it, and the past bled into the present.

“They’ll come. It’s not over yet for Lucius, Allison,… And neither is that beast.” Just the word of the Lycan beast made me feel the chill down my spine. The blazing eyes and the beast-like anger that he had were etched in my mind. It was a force of chaos, and however much I tried to tell myself to the contrary, there was always that nagging thought that it had something to do with me. “We’ll be ready for them,” I said strongly, though it came out almost as a question from me. Kayla moved uncomfortably, and I followed her quickly to look at the book I held tightly in my hand. “Are you okay?” he asked, turning around to look at her. “What did you find in there?”