Bloodthirsty Betty Novels & Stories

Betty's rage surged like a rabid animal as she barked at Lauren, her fury palpable. But as Lauren glanced up, she noticed something she hadn't before—the hearing aids tucked behind Betty's hair, previously concealed from view. "Bitch... I'm deaf now. You won't get away with this before I'm gone. I'll make sure you suffer the same fate!" Betty's words dripped with venom as she lashed out, her arm poised to strike at Lauren's face.

{THE PRINCES OF BLOOD } Betty was completely sure the guy with golden eyes was going to kill her. The way he stared at her felt not just threatening, but also like it was the end. He moved closer, his boots making noise on the rough ground of the alley. Before she could scream, he grabbed the collar of her big hoodie tightly. He picked her up off the ground with one easy hand. Betty gasped, her legs hanging helplessly as he pulled her closer toward his face. He didn't look at her as a person; he leaned in and took a deep breath by the crook of her neck, his nostrils widening.

When they reached the top, the elevator doors opened, and a woman with dishevelled hair lunged at them. She had sharp nails and aimed straight at Bianca. Instinctively, Frost stepped in, and the woman let out a scream, falling backward, her eyes wide and mouth gaping, like a black hole, seemingly bottomless. It was Betty! Frost and Bianca were startled and quickly went to check on her. Unexpectedly, Betty bent her body backward, and her head hit her buttocks, then she let out an unusually long breath and died. Betty's death was so horrific and bizarre that even the experienced Frost was stunned.

Betty moved swiftly, her wrist flicking in a blur as her sword left a trail of afterimages. In a heartbeat, she wove a net of sword energy so vast and fearsome that it obliterated everything within a kilometer. Sword marks appeared on a nearby wooden tower, bearing witness to the might of her attack. The air around her whirled into madness, quickly spinning into a vortex that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat. "Face my blade!" roared Betty, her voice slicing through the chaos.

I walked out of the room. Later I was feeling hungry so, I called in one of the maids and ordered to get me a drink. If it wasn't for that filthy human I would have satisfied myself to the fullest, to refreshing fresh blood. Fortunately one of the maids appointed recently was half human. Even though it tasted sour it could help lessen the need to drink this stinky human dry. She offered her neck and let me sink my fangs. When she got limp I let her go and decided to roam around that is when I met Ryson, my friend who understand the pain I go through, at least he understands some of it.

Nick asked dryly, as he could already see her taking a protective stance. Betty shakes her head. She wouldn’t want anyone to see her in this manner. “No. I am okay with this.” She waves around. Her throat was really dry. “Here.” A glass of water was shoved into her hands. This man seems to know what she wants. She didn’t really pay attention when he walked up to her, shoved her face in his chest and snuffed her out. He tried to strangle... Betty shot up in anger ,flinging the glass of water at him. Who knows, he might be a hired killer. The one her father sent to her.

Alisa’s child was crying, burying his face in the wolf-skin cloak his mother wore. Jayden raised his head and smiled. Behind them, Elliott had already morphed back into his human form, dead and with a hole in his neck, the snow falling wildly on his dead body. “You cut into your Beta’s heart.” He said once again and fell face down into the snow, the pool of his blood spreading and freezing over. Truly, he was the Rise and the Fall, only there to be a herald. All the wolves watched as the snow slowly stopped.

Jealousy. Anger. Relief. Then Pexie's aura suddenly changed. The hallway grew colder. Heavier. More dangerous. Fear rushed through Ruby. She was not a fighter. Pexie was a lycan. Pregnant or not, Ruby knew she could never survive a real fight against someone like her. “Touch me again,” Pexie said quietly, “and you'll regret it.” Then she turned and walked into the dining hall. She never looked back. Ruby remained frozen where she stood.

The comments section was vile. "There's video proof, so I guess this lady is pretty promiscuous." "I heard this wasn't even the first time. She had it coming." "What a slut!" Meanwhile, Hudson and his accomplices had completely vanished from the narrative. I was shaking so hard with anger that I could barely breathe. A year ago, Winona got into a car accident and lost a huge amount of blood. At the time, the only two people whose blood matched hers were Annabelle and Hudson. Hudson claimed he couldn't handle the sight of blood and ran, while Annabelle stepped up without hesitation. Because she lost too much blood saving Winona, she spent a full year in the hospital and was still malnourished

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.