Bloodlust Isaac Novels & Stories

“Call off your armies and leave this place.” “I can’t do that.” “Then we finish this, now.” “Claws or swords?” Kane taunts. Isaac’s eyes glow with the primal urge to kill, and I know in an instance it’s all over. “Stop!” I cry out, but neither are listening to me. Isaac begins to glow again, snakes of pearlescent magic rippling over the ground around him. He’s going to shift. He’s going to turn into that beast. He’s going to throw himself into death without realizing none of this has to happen, that it shouldn’t have happened to begin with. “KANE!” I scream, running forward, but Maddox blocks me from advancing any further. “STOP!”

"Yessss! Burn them Viktor!" Viktor roared and red hot flame poured out from his mouth. The Reapers slithered backwards, hissing. The Badblood was petrified looking at Viktor. Viktor siezed him with his clawed arms. He roared at his face and bit his face off. He then flew towards Sisi and landed in front of her. The Reapers and Badbloods staggered back as Viktor released a flaming breath. The bloody grasses below withered. Leni pointed on Viktor and the wolves came rushing towards him.

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

"He gave you his actual colors? Isaac, that’s a fated-claim move in some packs. How intense is this guy?" "Like I told you, he's just dedicated to the prank," Isaac muttered, though his heart did a strange, lupine thud against his ribs. He felt the silver-haired woman's glare and raised his chin. "I'm still a Bobcat. Allegiance doesn't change because of a shirt." "Move it along, turncoat," Camila teased, snatching the tickets. She steered him toward the metal detectors. "Isaac, look at these rows. We’re so close to the glass we’ll be able to smell the pheromones when they shift."

“I want every archer of the rival pack on the roof because they’re going to be our anchor for today. Our enemies don’t have Ariel control so we can take advantage of that. The rest of you can defend the palace with your life but leave Itzrush to me. I’ll take care of him.” As soon as I opened the palace doors, the gates burst open and the zombies began to attack. They walked sluggishly until they sensed someone and then their speed skyrocketed. Itzrush was as fast as light . Where did this mastermind find the bodies of these high ranking generals? As if itzrush wasn’t enough, Isaac was also here. Isaac was said to have mastered his wolf form and that he never used his human form ever again.

Isabella stood over her, a cruel smile on her face before everything went black. When April regained consciousness, she found herself in a dark, cavernous room. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic—blood. She saw Lucifer in the distance, his body convulsing and morphing into various monstrous forms. His eyes glowed red, filled with a primal fury. Isabella stood to the side, watching with a mixture of fear and fascination. As Lucifer advanced toward April, his monstrous growls echoed through the cavern, sending chills down her spine. She knew he was out of control and could sense his intention to harm her.

I muttered to myself as I reached for my phone, opening up the I*******m app. I brushed my dark hair backwards, starting a live video. “Hi, everyone. It's me, Davis Beckett. Your biggest Benison star. And I'm here to publicly apologize to someone we've all… practically tortured and bullied with our words and actions. I want to confess that I…I was behind the release of Alexandra Moore's diary.”

My blood ran cold as I realized who it was. ISAIAH… Isaiah's eyes locked onto mine, a sly smile spreading across his face. He looked different, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity that made my skin crawl. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Look what we have here. The little Eliana, all trussed up and helpless." He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. I tried to speak, to demand to know what he wanted, but my voice caught in my throat. Isaiah took a step closer, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "You're going to make a perfect pawn in my game, Eliana," he whispered, his breath cold against my skin.

Before she could react, his lips crashed down on her, brutal and forceful. "No—stop! Please! I beg you, let me go!" Aspen gasped, struggling to breathe under his crushing weight. In the chaos, her fingers brushed against a sharp fragment of broken glass. Gripping it tightly, she pressed the jagged edge against Isaac's throat. "Don't come any closer!" Aspen's eyes burned with desperation, and her pupils trembled like those of a cornered animal as she glared at Isaac. Isaac, a seasoned man of the underworld, wasn't the least bit intimidated by a mere piece of glass. Instead, his interest in her deepened.