Novel & Cerita Bloodthirsty Book

She was completely ruined with her neck covered in hickeys that were hurting, her eyes swollen, no clothes on, and her naked body wrapped up in a white sheet that had blood spots and splashes in the middle—her virginity blood—she looked dirty. She felt dirty. Emma's eyes welled up with more tears. The reality of her life was brutal and gut-wrenching. She had been naively waiting for the perfect person, someone she could wholeheartedly love and trust. And this is what she got. A monster. A fucking beast. Even though she didn't fight him when he was destroying her, he still manhandled her. His marks adorned her neck, while her chest was not pardoned by the ruthlessness of his mouth.

Maybe seeing me this way would turn him off, maybe then he would see me for the monster I was and finally give up this pathetic fantasy. Instead, he came closer to me seemingly unfazed, reaching his hand towards my face. I stood there unmoving and without stopping him like my head was telling me to, curious to what his intentions were. My eyes narrowed instinctively as his fingers caressed my chin moving slightly in an upward motion. The familiar tingle followed his movements. I realized he was wiping some blood away that had dripped from my mouth. His fingers lingered on my lips as I watched his eyes glow with intensity and I imagined he was witnessing mine darkening at the same time. I gra

I have nothing to do with this treacherous, absurd activity; let them end their lives and let their blood be on their heads; let it be painted on their palms and in their heart. Just as I watched the warriors continue to hurt and kill themselves, I spotted her. She was a white wolf, her fur was stained with blood, her muzzle including. I watched as she leaped towards the burning bushes and for the first time in a while, I was drawn to this particular wolf. I heard her wailing; It was like I could feel the pain that oozed out of her opened flesh. Almost. I cared. What would a lady be doing at this place?

Alex then got up and left the library. On his way out of the mansion of the leader of my ancient vampire clan, Alex calmed himself from the vision he had while holding the ancient book. Yes! Alex himself could hardly believe what was happening. I don't know how it worked, but certainly when he touched the old book, images of things that had happened in the past related to the contents of the book seemed to automatically spin in Alex's head. Alex saw people who were jealous and afraid of the power of the Echelon vampire clan making evil plans to destroy the Echelon clan.

The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER ELEVEN JEALOUSY CUTS “In this world, love doesn’t make you weak. But it sure as hell makes you bleed.” The scent of blood still lingered on Alessio’s hands when he came home. Emilia noticed it before he even reached the bedroom. Not because she smelled it—but because she recognized the way his jaw locked, the way he walked like something inside him was still breaking ribs. She was on the balcony in silence, barefoot, in a black silk robe she hadn’t bought for seduction. The city below was loud and empty all at once. She didn’t turn when he entered. She spoke without looking. “Who did you kill tonight?”

"Don't do that, it's gross!" She tried to pull her hand away, but I still held on to it. The richness of her sweet blood touched my tongue and streamed down my throat, triggering a wonderful pleasure through my veins. "Aw! Aw! Vivienne," Alyssa cried again. "You're hurting me!" But I didn't listen to a word she said. I was getting a rush of sensation from her blood. My body was burning with a strange lust. Then I unwrapped my mouth around her cut and then pressed my blood-stained lips against hers. I kissed her hungrily like a wild savage animal. Alyssa was beyond shock. She tried to push me back, but I kept my arms wrapped around her little tight bum. My tongue slithered through her parted

one hissed. “We hunt at dawn,” another growled, sparks crackling from her fingertips. “No witch may wield such corruption and live.” The fires burned through the night. High in the mountain dens, wolves lifted their heads as the wind carried the scent of spilled Alpha blood. The packs howled, a chorus of grief and fury that shook snow from the cliffs. “A new Alpha must rise.” “The killer witch must fall.” “Blood answers blood.” The old laws whispered. The new rage followed. And far beneath a ruined chapel, where ancient stone met candlelight and the air thrummed with old hunger, vampires gathered around a figure draped in black.

I woke with a gasp. The room was dark. The fire in the hearth had burned down to embers. The window was black with the night. And the Book of Blood, which had been locked in the council hall, was open on my bedside table. I sat up slowly, my heart pounding. My hands were glowing faintly silver, just like Mirren's had when she first discovered her spirit-wolf. The light pulsed once, twice, then faded. The Book was open to the first page. The names of the bloodlines glowed faintly in the darkness, and I could feel them. All of them. The families who had been waiting. The survivors. The lost.

The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth. My heart began to pound. This was it. This had to be it. I opened the cover, the pages yellowed and brittle. The text was handwritten in an elegant, spidery script, the ink the color of dried blood. I scanned the passages, skipping over dense paragraphs about blood rites and soul transference, until a particular chapter heading caught my eye: "The Phoenix Ascendant."