Bloodlust Isaac Novels & Stories

Even though she had uttered her hatred of seeing him again, Dominic couldn’t bear to see her suffering. As the magic activate, a purple light appeared from underneath the magic circle, blinding the people who had stood beside the round table. Dominic frowned, closing his eyes slightly as his sight was taken away from him. Meanwhile, Isaac who had gone to the street in Essex, didn’t hesitate to kill anyone he saw in front of him. Although Isaac had been insane since the moment he had made a contract with his demon, he was a calculative person who knew how to restrain himself so he wouldn’t kill anyone recklessly but the leash on his neck was let loose the moment he realized his plans hadn’t w

Unlike the girl who didn't see Santiago's face, he saw his face. He was covered in blood, his legs were chained to the ceiling, his feet couldn't keep him up his feet, and he was weak. Epiphone stood with a baseball bat. "Ahh you were overwhelmed with greed," Santiago muttered stroking his chin, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, isn't that a pity? Greed makes us do a lot of things including stealing from a mafia boss, someone who is known by the entire world to be cruel and ruthless." Santiago mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

I coughed with that remark, and then wondered, when did werewolves and humans start to hate each other? If Alarick is saying the truth, why are we still in this fight trying to make someone pay for the loss of one’s kind? Why killing is so normal that for me, it is a quest I am trying to accomplish?

All he could see was that disappointed expression on that charmingly handsome face. "Witchphobic..." Isaac had accused but he truly knew nothing of what Satake had endured in the hands of a particular witch. He had managed to conceal it while they had worked their little spells but something sinister within him cursed Satake for letting him go. That little voice at the back of his head wanted to gut them and watched them struggle and wither away just like his parents had that unfortunate night. And the strange thing was Satake almost succumbed. His wolf might have refused to surface since his birth but Satake felt the beast within. It was a feral abomination. Perhaps that was why the moon go

"They've watched six packs fall. They know they're next. Fear makes people desperate. Desperate people make mistakes." The meeting concluded, and my brothers filtered out, already planning and preparing. I remained behind, staring at the maps, feeling nothing but emptiness. Six packs conquered. Thousands of lives disrupted, displaced, destroyed. All to feed the Ancient Lycan's hunger for power and immortality. And I was the weapon he wielded to achieve it. A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. "Enter." Isabella stepped inside, carrying fresh wine and glasses. She moved quietly to the side table, setting down the tray with practiced efficiency.

But even so, she found herself salivating and licking her lips, eagerly. “I know you want this…” Isaac smiled dangerously, now perfectly hooded as he approached her again, placing his cock between her ass cheeks “But you've already driven me crazy enough for a single night. I want to fuck that pussy hard, like she deserves. Will you let me do this?” He leaned further over her, his arms outstretched beside hers as his hips made his cock slide into the crack of her ass, teasing her “Will you keep your legs open and let me know how much you're enjoying this?”

"I… I don’t understand.” "Our kind has two compulsory urges that must be satisfied every once in a while, or we cannot function—" "Yes, I know. To drink blood and to have s-sex," Aekeira supplied. Lord Vladya nodded. "Correct. We call them Bloodlust and Sexlust. We must indulge occasionally to keep the mind clear and the beast satisfied. Bloodlust never goes dormant, but Sexlust can. Do you know when our Sexlust instincts go dormant, Aekeira?" She shook her head.

he spat, the words laced with venom. "You're hurting me, Thomas!" I gasped, his grip digging into my arm painfully. Ignoring my plea, he lunged forward, attempting to force a kiss on me. His words echoed in my ears, possessive and chilling: "You're mine. You don't get to just walk out on me." Just as his lips were about to meet mine, the announcement boomed through the hallway again, a relentless echo: "Code Blue in room 304! Doctor Blair needed immediately!"

"Stop it, Isaac." He didn't, though. Instead, he leaned in closer and spoke in a low, growl voice. “You want your research back? Then you’ll listen to my conditions and BDSM games.” BDSM GAMES. Feelings of anger and fear filled my body, making it shake from the stress of what had happened. I wanted to scream and push him away, but I knew that Isaac would never let me go. Not until he got what he wished for first. And I hated myself for the way my body responded to him, despite the fear, despite the anger.