Bloodsucker Lyrics Novels & Stories

Giving small whimpers and yelping to warn her to slow down the small pup glanced back at me and her eyes widened in horror. Turning my head back I lowered myself as my hackles raised at the red-eyed asshole balancing himself on a tree branch above us. “Why isn't he giving off a scent?!” I questioned Stormy. “He is a highborn bloodsucker and that is one of his gifts,” she snarled bitterly as I backed up blocking Sasha. Seeing the glint of metal and then hearing the cock of the gun he held I blocked Sasha. Feeling static electricity growing in the atmosphere I quickly turned to see Sasha glowing completely and shook my head at her right before she burst into a bright supernova knocking me back

a girl among the grumbled glaring at us and Lenny giggled . " sorry mate but that's what we call lust of blood . now before I continue you all should be happy I redeemed you from you pathetic lives . " " I never asked you to make me a vampire "another one yelled furiously and Lenny frown . I hissed still feeling pains all over my legs which wasn't healing from some reasons I don't know why . " well sorry mate but you're now a vampire and there's nothing you can do about it "she spat and murmuring filled the air as the hungry new found vampire grumbled .

He grabbed her shoulder and ordered her to look straight into his eyes. “Listen to me, today nothing has happened with you, you will forget everything, and you are willing to give me your blood. Relax!” Gabriel's pupil dilated, and the woman was frozen in her place, then Gabriel slowly inserted his fangs into the crook of her neck and sucked her blood like a hungry predator. But Gabriel could not restrain himself. His eyes were blood-red with deep black touch, his black forehead veins were popping. Suddenly, he heard Gramson's voice, “Majesty, I think she has reached her limits, Majesty.”

For me. I howled, putting my forehead on the grass, digging into the ground with my claws. I coughed, trying to breath but everything hurt. It hurt to be alive. I started to choke out words. Words of Max’s favorite song. He would have me sing it even if he wasn’t at the piano. He said it reminded him of his life before becoming a vampire. I sang the words between cries. It was in Italian and I was struggling to get it out. I slammed my first against the ground, fighting the cries, fighting breathing to sing. Finally, I was able to just sing. Tears streaming down my face and I sang out as loud as my voice would go.

The pack didn't ring a bell to me at all. ‘Maybe he didn't belong to my timeline.’ I concluded in my head. “Werewolves now suck blood now?” I asked confused, now sure that he didn't belong to my timeline. I also discovered I was nothing but a blood slave, my face winced in disgust. “Well, that would make a lot of sense with all chubby flesh I had. How much blood do I even have?” I said sarcastically, relishing the fact that I was the lowest of the low.

Only hers could quench the thirst a thousand people's blood couldn't. I kept hearing loud screams from the distance, I wanted to snap my eyes open, to know who was calling out to me constantly but this tasted like heaven after I had been consumed by hell for several years. "Matteo! What are you doing! Let go right now! Have a control of yourself now, Matteo," Lisa screamed at me but I didn't stop. I sucked in more of her blood, my fangs coming out to make out more way for her blood to flow out from. I was being selfish but at that moment I didn't care!

i begged tracing my finger across my bare neck. Spike's eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in, his fangs grazing my skin before sinking into my neck. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent me over the edge. I cried out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. Spike gripped my hips tighter, slowing my movement as he drank from me. He pulled away my blood on his lips, and he stared into my eyes before pulling me into another heated kiss. The taste of my blood on his lips only fueled our passion further.

He transferred 30% of his conglomerate's shares into my name. I stared at the number on the page, my heart hammering in my chest. For a split second, I was back in that dorm room, gnawing on stale bread, stomach twisting, agonizing over whether I could afford a 50-dollar dinner. All of it flashed through my mind in an instant. "Sign it." Dad's voice was perfectly calm. I looked at him. "Why?" He picked up his wine glass and swirled it gently. "Sawyer, this isn't a gift. It's a weapon, so that you'll always have the power to stand on your own, and no one will ever be able to take advantage of you again."

"But fear not, my dear. For in my hands, your blood will become a symphony of pleasure, a dance of ecstasy that will leave you begging for more." I recoiled at his words, the realization of my predicament crashing over me like a tidal wave. But even as fear threatened to consume me, a spark of provocation flickered to life within me. "Are you looking for the perfect spot to sink your fangs into?" I asked, my voice steady despite the fear that pulsed through my veins.

I pleaded, feeling more desperate and dreading at the thought that he might feed on me if I fall asleep. “Rest.” He ignored my pleading, fixating his ice blue eyes into my brown ones and I sighed in defeat. I know better than to beg a vampire. Pleading is something which works on people with a heart. “I got some songs. I can play one you like, till you fall asleep” He offered as I tucked inside the blanket, going silent. “I guess that’s a no then.” A nervous chuckle escaped through his lips and I went silent again. “Cry baby,” I finally mumbled and he looked at me in confusion. “Cry baby by Melanie Martinez.” I added and he seemed to realize that I was stating a song now. I watched him pick