Bloodlust Book Novels & Stories

"I've had it since I was ten. Just let me take it. Please." "Curiosity is the Devil's doorway, Angel." He doesn't shout. He simply walks to the fire pit beside the porch, strikes the lighter, and drops the book into the flames. I can only watch. Orange fire curls around the cracked leather spine. The pages blacken and fold into themselves. My throat is too tight to speak. My chest aches, but I don't move. If I fight him now, he might take back the only permission I've won today. Dad's hands shake the whole time. They shake so badly the lighter clicks three times before the flame finally catches. Then, just before the last page turns to ash, I see it.

“You will take everything I give you.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. Heat flooded my core at the raw authority in that voice. I stopped beside the door, barely breathing, listening as Lord Blackwood fucked the woman with relentless intensity. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, until they peaked in a broken scream of pleasure. I stood there trembling, my pussy throbbing, shame and arousal warring inside me. Only when the sounds finally quieted did I slip away like the invisible girl I was supposed to be. Back in my room, I lay on the bed, replaying every moan, every growled command in my mind.

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

Every brush of his hands, every push and press, set my pulse racing—not just human desire, but something far older, wilder. My wolf snarled beneath the surface, teeth bared, claws itching to mark him, to claim him, to tear him apart. Julian was no mate—never my mate—and yet the curse throbbed in my blood, twisting pleasure into something sharp, something dangerous. Last time it happened, I had killed the poor human—just a few decades ago—my beast shifting into something beyond my control, raw and merciless. So I forced myself to let it be felt through human skin, to taste it through lungs and veins, rather than let the beast surge forward. And even as I struggled, even as my body screamed wi

He clipped one in the thigh, then drilled a second bullet into his skull before the bastard even hit the floor. But my focus, my fucking focus locked on the last coward, the one who had dared to use Luca as a shield. He clung to the boy’s limp body, half-hidden behind him like a parasite using flesh as armor. And that’s when I snapped. A bloodlust I hadn’t tasted in years surged through me, hot, savage. My vision narrowed. My breath turned to smoke. My voice dropped to something animal. “You picked the wrong child,” I growled, stepping into his line of fire without flinching.

How wrong I was. My wolf, though pleased at first, soon enough recognized that the woman before us wasn’t our mate. Just like that, he became entirely disinterested. I tried to hold on to the dregs of passion, but it fizzled quickly, a petulant longing for Delia remaining in it’s wake. Still, I powered through, kissing down Emily’s body to her center and then fixing my mouth over her. I watched her while I ate, my mind miles away. She writhed and moaned, clutching the fabric of the sofa underneath. I needed to get ahead of that vampire. I didn’t know what he had done to get such a power up but I needed such aid as well. I could find a witch, but they were usually more trouble than they were

And it has nothing to do with her hot kisses and even hotter-than hell luscious body, right? Who was he fooling? He wanted the woman underneath him, on top of him or whatever way he could fuck her and slake his lust. He just wanted her. Period. Five bulletproof SUVs in total. Almost at the town's center, people turned and stopped what they're doing to look at their procession of black tinted cars. He was getting antsy by the second and his veins were ticking on his forehead. "Have you reached anyone yet?" He asked José impatiently.

The body went limp beneath me. I stood over it, chest heaving, blood dripping from my jaws, staring into the face of malevolence. The weight of its death settled in my gut, and the beast inside me—still ravenous, still hungry—howled in satisfaction. The village was silent now, the fires casting long shadows over the bodies. Annie’s lifeless form lay crumpled on the ground, her pack link having severed moments ago. Bill was motionless up the street. Rows of wolves had gathered. Several still worked to put out the fires that had started, and some were helping with first aid, but the rest only stared. Dayna, Lupin, Caleb, Kali…They’d seen my savage bloodlust. At the front of the line was Everes

I seized it quickly, wrapping my fingers around it before making my way toward him. "A tooth for a tooth." I muttered, and just before he could say anything, I struck his leg, hearing the bone crack. He screamed so loudly that it could make the entire villa tremble. I kept going, striking his leg relentlessly, the blood surging continuously beneath my skin. It felt as if something had completely taken control of me. The demon driven by bloodlust, visible only to those who have wronged me, revealing my role in their punishment. Most of them typically don’t make it out alive, and I don’t offer them a swift end; I want them to experience it gradually until they ultimately die.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.