Bloodlust Isaac Novels & Stories

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

said Isaac, he was not going to attack back because deep inside his heart he felt guilty, that guilt was killing him that he was incapable of keeping his mate safe, That beast took her away from beneath his nose and he did nothing, what if he succeeded? What if something happened to her? He stood up and went near to Matthew, "Hit me..!!" said Isaac, his eyes were red as the blood from his veins shud out in his eyes, Matthew glared at him in shock, he understood that he was doing this for lessening the guilt, he grabbed his collar and pushed him away, "Is it that easy, pray for her, pray that she has to be fine, or I will kill you for sure,"

Then, with a deep breath, he allowed his canines to lengthen, a partial shift, and sank his teeth into the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder. The taste of her blood hit his tongue instantly, sweet and rich and impossibly perfect. A bolt of pure electricity shot down his spine, and his wolf howled in triumph. Around them, the chapel blurred and faded, and for a moment, there was only Bianca—her scent, her taste, the rapid flutter of her pulse against his lips. Mine. Mine. Mine. Isaac’s eyes shot open, mouth still connected with her throat. Bianca curled her fingers into his hair, tugging him closer, aching to bring his fangs deeper into her.

“You’re going to regret coming here, Isabella. You and your allies.” Isabella tilted her head, her smile taunting. “We’ll see about that.” A flash of movement caught Sasha’s eye, and before she could react, Isabella pulled a small device from her pocket, her thumb hovering over a button. “One press, Dominic, and the entire warehouse goes up in flames. Think carefully about your next move,” Isabella purred, her eyes gleaming with a sick satisfaction. Sasha’s heart pounded, fear gripping her as she felt Dominic’s hand tighten protectively around her waist. She looked up at him, her own determination mirroring his, and whispered, “We can’t let her win.”

Dark markings were carved into his skin, crude symbols burned deep enough to scar. Bethelina’s followers. Isaak shifted without hesitation or thought. Just instinct. Bones cracked and reformed in a blur of motion. His massive wolf burst free in a lethal surge of black and silver. The ground trembled beneath his paws as he placed himself fully between me and the threat. The rogues faltered. That was their mistake. Isaak’s wolf launched himself forward, jaws snapping shut around the first rogue’s throat. Blood sprayed across the leaves as he wrenched his head sideways.

I glanced over at the others, seeing my own fear mirrored in their ashen expressions. After a few moments, Isaac seemed to come back to himself. He blinked hard, refocusing his eyes with frightening intensity. “That’s how she does it, you see,” he said. “Mila... sh-she lets the fumes drive you to the brink of madness. And once you’re nearly gone, a husk of your former self…” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “That’s when she comes for you.” I frowned, leaning in closer. “What does she do?” I pressed gently.

Trip says. "It is fine, and we will find her," I say. We look around the house. The deep freezer has been emptied of meat. "She was looking for blood to feed on so she could control the blood thirst," I say. I look at Trip; he looks terrified. The three of us look over the house and in the backyard. There is a trail of blood going into the woods. Isabella went deer hunting to control her thirst. A blood trail goes into the woods and then back out and straight to the Omega house.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

Lilith was curious about what he was about to do but she knew that whatever it was, it would cause unbearable pain. Without any warning, Isaac's father dug his hand into the injured area and as expected, a scream was let out of Issac's mouth. " What are you–" Before Lilith could complete her words, Isaac's father brought out his hand with a bullet. " This is the silver bullet used on him, the person that did this must know a lot about wolves." Immediately after his words, Xavier barged into the scene with a hot rod. " Place it on the affected area and don't stop until I say so while I hold on to him." Without wasting much time, Isaac's father placed his hands on Isaac's shoulder.

I breathed, the words a brand, surprising even myself, the silent war waged for her attention. My thumb traced the delicate curve of her jawline, a possessive gesture that elicited another soft gasp from her. The primal urge thrummed possessively. Her scent, a heady mix of innocence and burgeoning desire, was a potent aphrodisiac, urging me to delve deeper, to uncover the secrets whispered by her trembling form. The beast within me coiled, not with aggression, but with a fierce, territorial joy.