Bloodlust Isaac Novels & Stories

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

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

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

My moment of freedom didn't last two minutes before I was tackled onto the ground by Scar, he angrily lifted me from the floor, tugging brutally on my arms as Eye patch was getting up. My eyes widened at the furious look on his face, he roughly grabbed my face and pulled it towards his. "I was going to simply pinch the back of your neck to knock you out but now you've pissed me off." I rapidly shook my head, not wanting to face the consequences of what I had done. "Please don't, I'm begging you!" My desperate pleas for mercy were fallen on deaf ears. Without warning Eye patch swung the butt of the gun across my head. I felt a sharp pain before fading into darkness.

“Augendae: Spirit Scan; Target: Bloodlust’ Bloodlust: A skill possessed by Vampire Royalty. This skill requires that a Vampire Royal consumes the blood of a pure member of another species. It gives the user power comparable to the strength contained in the blood consumed. However, it comes at a cost. Bloodlust robs the user of his or her sanity, making it a difficult skill to control. It should be noted this ability only works with those who have never been tainted by the fangs of a Dark Creature.

Fists flying. Grunts of pain. Blood splattering across the floor. Isabella didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the gun. And pointed it at Jason. “Step away from him,” she hissed. Jason froze. Alexander panted, struggling to stay upright. Their eyes met. And in that moment, Isabella knew one thing. She had just become part of something deadly. Something she couldn’t escape. And this was only the beginning.

Their tongues doing a tango with one another as they battled. Lucus coming to grips of his newfound reality, for in the past, Lucus would only have the courage to fuck whores. Bitches. His motto of use and abuse them coming to mind until Isabella showed up. With Isabella now in the picture, did Lucus slowly begin to realize that she was his drug, his reason to live and no matter what he did, would always crave it, crave her.

But Derick's heart had hardened, his longing for justice eclipsing any remnants of compassion. In one swift motion, Derick unleashed his fangs, his primal instincts taking over. The room erupted in chaos as Derick lunged at Mr. Isaac, his claws tearing through flesh, silencing the traitor forever. It was a brutal act, driven by the rage and sorrow that had consumed Derick's soul. I watched in horror, my breath caught in my throat, as the life drained from Mr. Isaac's eyes. The reality of our situation became painfully clear—there was no room for mercy in this battle against darkness.

It was becoming a habit now, and I felt if we continued going at this rate, we could wipe out the entire human race. We had been slaughtering villages, week after week, trying to subsidize the demonic hunger that raged within us. Suzana had told us the hunger would be gruesome, but the way we ate had passed the expectation we had in mind. We were brutal, heartless, and with no emotions. The only thing that ran constantly in our heads was the bloodlust.

The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an eerie glow on the scene before me. Matt's deep voice cut through the silence, his words carrying a commanding tone. "We have a common enemy," he said, his eyes locked with those of the vampire leader, Tristan. "The witches are growing stronger, and if we don't unite, we won't stand a chance against them." Tristan, a tall and imposing figure, nodded slowly. "I understand the threat they pose," he replied, his voice smooth yet laced with a hint of danger. "But can we truly trust your pack, Matt? Werewolves and vampires have never been allies."