Bloodlust Isaac Novels & Stories

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."

As though feeling the tension of being prey and me the predator, his gaze darted between the mouth of the alley and me, biting his lip until it was bright red. “I can fuck you up.” I loved fucking with terrified people. The wolf inside me paced in anticipation. I took a step toward him and he paled, shaking so badly the gun wobbled in his hand. “Stop it!” His voice rose to a scream. “I’ll kill you. I will!” “Try it.” I took another step closer. “See what happens.” His eyes widened like he thought I was crazy, and he wasn’t far off. When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained.

Lydia too. Their voices sounded far away, like I was sinking underwater. Then it was over. I looked up. They both stared at me, wide-eyed. I felt different. Stronger. Like something wild had woken up inside me. “It worked,” I whispered. Lydia looked scared. “Isaac… you look like them.” “Good.” I wiped my forehead, already feeling the heat fade. A new hunger pulsed through me. I smiled, fierce. “Let’s make sure Lucien Devereux remembers this face… right before I end him.”

“What's going on here?” Isabella looked at Aamon who was on the floor and scoffed. “Aw, is someone hungry for real blood?” She looked up again at Hadassah. “I’d tread carefully if I were you. Your friend here can't protect you. His self-induced diet from human blood makes him weaker in the presence of human blood. He's fighting his blood lust now.” Hadassah cast a worried glance at Aamon but quickly returned her gaze back to Isabella, her grip firm on the pistol.

"You also feed though, right?" "Yes. But I do so differently. Isaac waits between meals, letting himself get to the very edge. Then when he does feed it is brutal and it puts his victims at risk. He used to really relish it. He enjoyed the bloodbath and would go through girls so quickly. In recent months he has slowed down, but even still. I don't think any of my meals have died since I was freshly turned." Lavinia blinked at her. "Sorry, it's just difficult to hear you talk about that so casually. I watched girls go with him and never come back. Or return pale and broken. It's hard to hear about it from the other side."

Surfing the shelf of the cereals, ISAAC has an unreasonable fury erupt within ISAAC because ISAAC can't find any Lucky Charms. They're fucking out of stock? ISAAC'ma gonna bash this poor loser Luigi in the head with a gun and end his wretched life this very instant. There is very little in life that gets under ISAAC's skin. But a failed murder or a missing box of Lucky Charms are a couple of the very few things that can create a slight crack in ISAAC's hard exterior. And ISAAC's feathers have also recently been getting fluffed by one green-eyed girl. But ISAAC brushes that aside. Because ISAAC doesn't like to acknowledge the effect she has on ISAAC…

She is the newest official of the thirteen crowns, she made quite an expression to Illac when she took down hundred of ghouls single-handedly because they were wrecking the forest she is taking care of. Isaac, a vampire whose sire is Elliot. He is a weird one, he does not drink human blood because it is against his religion and chose to starve himself for two weeks without drinking any blood even if Elliot offers him. Up until now, he is reluctant to have a state of human blood, he only feeds on animals or ghouls.

"Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands." "What are you driving at?" I was bitterly confused. "I'll pay you to be my exclusive sex partner." He said. His blank face didn't help me understand what he was thinking or what on earth was going on through his head as he spoke. "I thought you said you didn't do love." I reminded him, still not understanding his concept. "And this doesn't require love. I want

I pulled out a gun and pointed it towards her and watched as she shifted on the bed, making me smirk. “Damian? Calm down, please…” “Calm down?!” I yelled as I turned back to Isaac, “you’re really asking me to calm down when you of all people know what the fuck I went through and is still going through?!” I added in another yell and Isaac gave up. Turning back to face Lillian, I moved towards the baby and wasted no time in placing the gun on the baby’s head with my finger was already on the trigger. Isaac sprinted towards me and attempted to take the gun from me but the stare I shot him made him stop in his tracks.

An animalistic growl tore from his chest, making me thankful Leah wasn’t home, and his hand wrapped around my throat. Kinky. Isaac took imposing steps toward me, not stopping until my back hit the wall and his chest was pressed up to mine. The contact set my body aflame. His hand tightening around my neck pulled me upward, stretching me up onto my tip toes, but he still had to glare down at me. “What are you?” he growled. I wheezed for air, grasping at his wrist. “Are you a succubus?” he demanded. “I talk to you once, and I can’t get you out of my head. I fuck another girl, and all I think about is you. Hell, I’m here. What the fuck is the control you have over me?”