Bloodlust Synonym Novels & Stories

"I… I don’t understand.” "Our kind has two compulsory urges that must be satisfied every once in a while, or we cannot function—" "Yes, I know. To drink blood and to have s-sex," Aekeira supplied. Lord Vladya nodded. "Correct. We call them Bloodlust and Sexlust. We must indulge occasionally to keep the mind clear and the beast satisfied. Bloodlust never goes dormant, but Sexlust can. Do you know when our Sexlust instincts go dormant, Aekeira?" She shook her head.

The sounds of feeding and fucking echoed from around the room. The vampires who were here for the party did not draw a line between feeding and pleasure. It was difficult to separate the two. Bloodlust and lust were often interchangeable for many of their kind. Not all vampires slept with their victims, but they often slept with each other after a kill if there was more than one. Some of them were sharing a meal while they screwed each other. Guilt poured through my mate when she heard people screaming for them to stop. I captured her lips, trying to distract her the only way that I could. Her eyes held mine, and I could see them shimmering with tears.

He compelled the woman to feel at ease, without fear despite his beastly appearance and deed. The taste of blood makes his intoxicated like no other liquor could. His bloodlust continues to tease him, making him yearn for what seems like an unbreakable promise. Immortality, power… and endless hunger. Elijah took a step back before he gave in to the whispers of his bloodlust and killed the woman out of hunger. Her blood was bittersweet. Human blood greatly vary in their lifestyles and even in their emotional states. Some humans have more potent blood than the other too. They are rare in this day and age, but they exist.

“Retirement doesn’t pay well.” Lust appeared beside him, hair aflame in the storm light, eyes glowing pink with fury and affection alike. “Let’s make sure no one touches that tree or them.” Together, the two sins stepped into the storm, their powers intertwining in a dazzling wave of scarlet and gold. Desire and Avarice ---Greed and Lust reunited in war. And somewhere above the chaos, Lucifer’s crimson gaze flicked down for just a second, recognizing the flare of familiar sin. A faint, grim smile ghosted across his lips.

Kinsley sighed and shook her head with a frustrated frown. “No, I haven’t. Everything leads me to multiple kinds of creatures, spikes of a chupacabra, poison of a wraith, resilience of a ghoul. I can’t find one thing that fits all of those descriptions. It’s almost as if this creature is made up of multiple ones. Like some douchebag was playing Frankenstine with monster parts.” She plopped into her office chair with a frustrated growl and banged her head on the desk once, grunting as Weaver patted the back of her head.

I started as made my way down the cobblestone stairs, to the dimly lit basement. "Boss," They both said simultaneously. It's hard to tell them apart, from their chocolate-colored hair to their hazel eyes. The only difference between them is the subtle scar on Angello's chin and a scar below Alessio's left eye. "Has our little birdie sung yet?" I asked looking over to the beaten man tied to a wooden chair while I popped a few sunflower seeds in my mouth. "Not yet, boss, he maintains his innocence." Angello chuckled as he walked over to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands.

And my vision began to feel refreshed by the deliciousness that seemed so close. The savage instinct inside me was eager to feed on their souls. Then suck the blood flowing from the vulnerable veins inside their bodies. I stepped forward towards those people who looked like fresh meat with heavy steps. I could hear the roar of my breath chasing the sound of my heart beating inside my chest. My throat burned with bloodlust, which became more and more uncontrollable. As I stepped closer, there was a scream of fear spreading among them. It seemed like they were starting to realize there was danger approaching.

I can feel the empty ache in my stomach right now. That is not hunger for food, Betty, I say, a slow, wicked grin spreading across my face. It is called lust. What? The mental link practically screeches with her shock. Lust? Oh my god, she is an absolute horn-dog. I burst out laughing, the sound ringing across the silent, terrified arena. She just called the most ancient, lethal killing machine in existence a horn-dog.

She licked the rim of her cup. “Thank you, darling,” she purred, her voice low but loud enough for me to hear. “It’s just like the other night… when you hunted this for me. That Blood Rush was absolutely divine. I never knew losing control could feel so… exquisite.” Blood Rush. A state where a vampire, high on prime blood, not only has their power surge, but their libido hits its peak. So while I was fasting and praying for our wedding, they were out in the wild, indulging in this filthy ecstasy.

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.