Bloodlust Isaac Novels & Stories

Her gaze went straight to the floor and I wanted to launch myself out of my wheelchair and claw her eyes out. Isaac put his hand on the back of my neck and mind linked, “Do you want to execute her or are we still banishing them all.” I linked back, “I want to claw out her eyes just before we banish her. Get her family out of this pack too. I don’t want a trace of her or her family in our pack.”

A fire that long since burned out. But now, it's crackling. A living flame and all I want to do is burn everything to the ground with it. Tears wet my face as I stared at the name scribbled on the journal. Dante Romano. I guess I'll be your new predator.

He widens his eyes, shivering badly. "C'mon Bob, be a good boy and do that, time is money.." I drawl. He shivers in fear as he types in his password and did as I asked. I smile and nod at one of my men. He goes to the back of the asshole. He covers his eyes tight and before he could scream slit his throat. Blood rushes out like water as he struggles to breath. I bring out my gun and shoot him twice on the head. His head slump on his chest.... blood pooling around. I pull out my gloves and hand the gun to my men. "No one fucks up with me and go scot free." I chuckle as I walk out of the slaughter house. . . . .

This question was asked by Dani. “I'm planning to let the police investigate. When they catch whoever is behind the killings, I'll swoop in and make sure he gets a long jail term.” Nick promised. This time, he was heckled by none other than Trent. “That is not our way! The way of the lycanthropes involve blood and revenge! The hunter must pay!” Trent shouted, sounding like a zealot. Nick massaged his temple and wondered why Trent always had to be a pain in the butt.

-Be careful, Bait, as far as I know, they either die or kill to defend their own," Issac advised. Bait's expression closed like a storm-keep your useless advice to yourself-Isaac shuddered inside-I've killed more wolves and vampires than you even dream of. -I didn't mean to be rude- he apologized, his back practically 'glued' to the chair from the violent look Isca sent him. -I don't care what you wanted- Isaac's eyes widened when Isca stood up from the chair and spread her hands on the table close to her. -I didn't come to this mediocre city to be your friend or exchange confidentialities- Isaac nodded, Isca sat down again and then breathed a relieved breath- now, say something useful or ge

Describe all that and you’ve just described me. I, Isla Canmore, turned into a raging beast, an accessory for the devil, on the day I was betrayed by three supposedly loyal subjects. I sailed through the sea Lycans with my claws as my paddle and the blood of my victims as the water for my deadly sojourn. I slaughtered anything I could identify as the enemy as I sank deeper into my rage. I was burning on the inside and I expressed it on the outside. And my sadness fueled this killer motive of mine.

The woman screams, begging for her life. “No.” I shouted, hoping he would let the woman go. Isaac looks at me, then at the hunter. “Shift or she dies.” The hunter yells. Isaac started to shift. The Hunter doesn’t wait until the process is complete when he pulls the trigger of his gun. A loud bang fills the air and the woman’s body falls to the ground. I am in shock he killed her for no reason. He is getting what he wants, and he killed her, anyway. Isaac’s wolf charges towards the hunter in anger. That’s why he killed her. To make Isaac angry.

I looked at my hands, fingers splayed wide, and studied the crusted blood. "Of course you do. Power. Protection. The ability to keep your family safe from anything." The voice laughed. "That's all you've ever wanted. And I'm giving it to you." "By making me kill people." "Just one person. A traitor who deserved to die. Is that so terrible?" I looked at Isaac's body. His eyes were still open, staring lifelessly up at the sky. Deep holes had formed in his flesh where my fangs had been.

Syanna knew instantly that he wasn’t a threat, but he did scare the living shit out of her. “Sorry,” he mumbled with a chuckle. “You get so used to sneaking up on people around here, because everyone has heightened senses.” Syanna forced a smile as she gathered the books that had fallen from her. “Well, I’m just a little human. No heightened hearing, smelling, seeing or speed.” “Gotcha.” He beamed at her. “I’m Isaac, by the way.” “Syanna.” “Oh, I know,” Isaac said. “Your name is all around campus, especially with the vampires. People find you as a threat. I, for one, want to be on your good side so when the real you is unleashed, I’ll be safe.”

A face only a mother could love. I squeezed my eyes shut as it turned my head... But Bax... Then its attention snapped up the hill in the opposite direction of where we just rolled from, as if it could hear what I couldn’t, making almost all of its weight painfully shift onto my left arm. I used this moment to buck my hips and toss it off me, quickly rolling to my stomach and staggering to my feet, coughing up the blood working to drown me and spitting it out. I refused to break eye contact as I pulled my club from my bag.