Bloodlust Isaac Novels & Stories

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.

“Yes, she knew what kind of people they are so she had Cassian send you to them. She… she said she wanted you docile and… submissive.” Aurora scoffs again and Isaac cowers under her intense glare and swallows thickly, “it seems to have had the opposite effect.” Both Aurora and I let out a chuckle and she actually smirks, “you don’t say?” I pull out a dagger and another little vial of lightsbane from the black box, and I pour it over the blade. Isaac eyes me warily and I give him a smile, “Tell me, Isaac,” I say, slicing into his chest and watching as he convulses in pain. “What is it exactly that Cassandra wants? Aside from Aurora of course, what is her end game?”

Isaac’s words keep ringing into his left ear. "Lukeman desires you from the start, Hunt. The moment he met you, he had already put his claim on you. He wants you, Hunt. He just did it subconsciously. He has yet to realise it. And you can't run away from it either. A tiger can only run so far, but can it ever outrun a werewolf's desire? I wonder."

The second turned too late. A snap of her wrist another clean kill. No hesitation. No emotion Just pure Execution. Isabella wiped her blade on the second guard’s uniform, her expression unchanged. “Too easy,” she muttered. And that was when she felt it. The rush, Warm, Electric, Addictive. Her breathing quickened slightly—not from exertion, but from something far more dangerous than Pleasure. Hours later, deep within the silo’s core, Isabella stood before the control terminal. Ancient. But functional. Adrian's data had been accurate.

“When were you a hitman?” “From eighteen until I turned.” “If we are siblings, you didn’t turn. You just got the boost you need to bring your wolf out.” “Maybe. Although Mali said the Moon Goddess assigned her to me.” “We are all assigned wolves.” “Isaiah, do you need help burning the bodies?” Sinclair called over my shoulder. “No. Go clean up and eat. You drew blood earlier with Aric. Get your energy back. We need to talk security afterward.” Sinclair starts walking past and calls back, “I need a budget, Isaiah.”

I count three beats, letting my claws slide out just a fraction. "What do you want?" I ask, turning my head slightly. Isac stands there. His blue eyes are bright in the shadows, a cruel, mocking smile stretching across his face. He does not stop walking. He closes the distance between us with terrifying speed. I hold my ground, bracing my weight on my back foot. "Get away from me." "I want you dead," Isac whispers. Before I can blink, his hand snaps sideways. His fingers lock around my throat like an iron vise. He lifts me clean off the floor, slamming my back into the stone pillar.

Adrian steps back, cold satisfaction in his eyes as Isaac’s body crumples to the floor, lifeless. Adrian pauses for a moment, glancing down at Isaac’s body with indifference before turning on his heel. He had done what was necessary. Isaac had to be silenced, and now, the game was truly his. The air is thick with the stench of violence, but to Adrian, it’s nothing more than a necessary part of his twisted game. He takes a deep breath, savoring the victory in silence. His fingers flex around the knife, still slick with Isaac’s blood, but he discards it without a second thought, letting it fall to the ground with a faint clatter.

Settling himself down. "Good boy. Ride me baby". And he did. It was a long night. Taking naps in between I lost count how many times I took him. It was almost dawn when I fucked him unconscious before joining him to a peacefull sleep. ********** General POV ********* "Damn fuck. He is a beast. Like actually Blaze is a beast but Stephen is a monster". Callum woke up with a sharp pain in his lower back. "Good Morning bub. How are you"? He heard Stephen walking in the room with food..

Liv instinctively lowered her head and showed her teeth again. In the blink of an eye, the man shifted and a red wolf growled back at her. Now she understood the reason for his fear. While he was a giant of a man, his wolf form was no larger than a standard wild wolf. She stood at least a head taller than him. She chuffed in amusement, before her wolf leapt at him. His neck was snapped, and his throat torn out before she even knew she was moving. As she watched the blood flowing from his wounds, the human part of her was horrified, but the other part of her – this new animal part – reveled in the kill.