Bloodlust Book Novels & Stories

The zombie began slowly twisting to face me, its elbow digging into my sternum, ripping a pained groan from my lips, but before it could fully turn to bare its teeth at me. A club came whizzing past my face and made the zombie’s head snap back, sending its body to the left and releasing the pressure on my chest with a whimper creeping up my throat. Shit, I need a damn break. I rolled to push off the cold ground, my numb skin burning and yelling at me as I looked up to watch Bax bring the club above her head then back down onto the zombie’s head, painting the snow beneath it with paste and blood. I’m gonna hurl.

"One minute we were having a sex and I was biting him and the next I started to notice how good his blood tasted. And then there was this voice in my head, Asaki's voice, telling me to go for it. I was about to feed on Kaya. I had to leave and the blood bags was just a quick solution I had to come up with to help suppress the cravings." I was shocked to hear this. Beast may have been a vampire but he was still a werewolf too. It should've come off natural for him to be protective over Kaya not kill him. I didn't immediately jump to that conclusion, but the way he was behaving told me that was what he thought. He was becoming bloodlusted and he had no control over it. It all made sense to me

' Ah Yin was astounded. 'My bloodlust was suppressed?' Chen felt even stranger. Bloodlust is a semi-physical manifestation of the entire experience cultivated through death and massacre. Chen, when required, could reveal an extremely vast bloodlust that could simply stun intelligent lifeforms out of fear but right now, it was suppressed by quite a bit. 'To reveal bloodlust in my domain... what kind of comprehension is that,' Ah Yin narrowed her eyes. "You... really don't have any spirit rings?" Ah Yin inquired.

So divine and tantalizing. I failed to control myself after that and tasted her blood and then I went into a crazy bloodlust. If she was human, I would have killed her. Something seemed wrong with me because it seemed instead of her blood, I lusted after her body more. It was like there was something in her scent that served as an aphrodisiac to me. I fucked her so hard and I didn’t hold back at all. It was like I was watching from the side as my beast destroyed my mate. But she seemed to be enjoying it as she never seemed to tire. It was like she was high on some sort of drug too.

I wonder. My throat burns with an insatiable thirst as the hunger for blood claws at my throat. It’s a persistent itch in need of satisfaction. But I can't tear myself away from the mysterious wolf. My mind races at a million miles an hour with so many questions. My undead heart pounds against my chest, desperate to escape my body. Focus, Salvatore, I scold myself, in an attempt to gain control of myself. Don’t let curiosity beat you. I struggle to silence my inner turmoil. The more I try to suppress it, the stronger it gets. My thirst for blood demands satisfaction, threatening to overpower me and cloud my judgment. A part of me knows that I won’t win against the bloodlust. Giving in to my

Kiara said and I had to fight back every instinct which told me to get out of this room, find that woman, and shoot both her and the excuse she called a lover. “Kiara, the woman is insane, do you realize that you entering the games could kill you?” I asked my wife. I remembered Caruso, one of my men who had lost his life on MY hand because of the games, having lost his sense of self-control, the games, or should I say, the Bloodlust project, took a different path a few years after the games. They were kidnapping people, trained assassins or mafia men, and were ripping them off their humanity if triggered. Caruso unfortunately was one of them, having tried to keep him sane for four years. The

Alex then got up and left the library. On his way out of the mansion of the leader of my ancient vampire clan, Alex calmed himself from the vision he had while holding the ancient book. Yes! Alex himself could hardly believe what was happening. I don't know how it worked, but certainly when he touched the old book, images of things that had happened in the past related to the contents of the book seemed to automatically spin in Alex's head. Alex saw people who were jealous and afraid of the power of the Echelon vampire clan making evil plans to destroy the Echelon clan.

Bloodlust: : the desire to kill or to see people killed Nero There was no intention for me to go to the abandoned factory site, but the screaming and stench of fear were too intriguing for me to pass over. And then as I was getting closer the woman's voice pulled me nearer. I could hear her threatening the man with her smooth voice. There was a menace within her words, the evil behind her threats made the man oozes fear for his life. She was human, I could hear her heart beating excitedly as she spilled out her intimidation. It was in contrast to the male who was practically whimpering from her questioning.

I brought the bottle of whiskey again to my mouth and I chugged the bottle, almost finishing it. After about sixteen fucking centuries, Mari gruntted a relieved breath. The pain almost instantly stopped, but it returned tenfold. I still felt the warm blood oozing out of my body like my consciousness was. Mari held the bullet between her neatly manicured but now-bloody fingers and admired the blood-stain projectile against the faint light of the room.

Bliss was sobbing with pleasure and she was holding onto him as if he were her only anchor in a world gone insane. "I've got to stop this." He buried his face in her neck. "Stop me, Bliss. Help me. Push me away, please. I don't want to hurt you." His incisors grew long and the urge to feed upon her blood, to gorge himself in her was almost irresistible. His demons were awake and they did not want to be denied. They wanted to fuck her. To fuck her and then bite her as he came and steel the life force of her body to feed his own...