Bloodthirsty Book Novels & Stories

Caitlin’s group raised their glasses back, and as Caitlin picked hers up, she saw that it was already conveniently filled with a red liquid. Caitlin sat in the lush, red velvet armchair, sinking into it, propping her elbows on its huge arms, and examined her glass. It was fine crystal, the red liquid illuminated by the huge candelabra on the table. She had a feeling she knew what it was, and as she drank, she realized she was right: blood. It coursed through her veins with a rush, energizing her, and she realized there was something else mixed in, too—some kind of alcohol. Caitlin felt it go right to her head, and felt a bit dizzy. She also felt relaxed. She realized how on-edge she’d been s

It howled, rearing back, but I didn’t give it a chance to recover. I drove my full bulk into its chest, the force of the blow cracking bone. It stumbled, claws swiping at me, but I dodged, sinking my teeth into its shoulder. Its scream rent the night, as I nearly tore its arm off. The toxic blood sprayed from the useless, dangling limb left on its torso. Licking my chops, hungry for more, I circled. The forsaken bellowed, maniacal rage glistening in its black eyes. I responded with a snarl of my own that echoed around the mountainside. I heard Annie whimper, and knew I needed to get to her faster, but this thing stood between us. I launched forward again, my claws tearing through its remaini

My vision turns red, and I drop the tooth extractor I was still holding. My vampire fangs elongate, and with a roar, I push my hand into Steven’s chest, tearing his heart out with my bare hand. With a scream of frustration, I set about decimating the cunt. I hack at his body before eventually freeing his head from his shoulders. I’m so enraged that I can’t calm down. I’m soaked in blood, eyes crazed, and I bolt from the cells. With my vampiric speed and wolf sense of smell, I find Kit. Kit is fighting with Trevor in human form.

I cover her mouth to stop her from screaming and sink my fangs into her blood veins on the neck. She tries to fight, but I drain her blood fast, and she soon goes lifeless in my arms. When I have taken every last drop of her blood and her pulse is gone, I let go. The body falls to the floor, and I leave it there and walk to my desk. Finding my little black book and wrote the name Marline under the last name. I have more books than this. And many thousands of names written on them as my little trophy.

neo Apr 2015 werewolf thoughts at midnight there are bones between my teeth moonlight glimmering in my eyes dried blood in my nails, in my hair my head pounding (thump. thump. thump.) you know they say blood is thicker than water but that just means blood is more likely to stick in my throat coughing up family ties one by one glistening red memories, leaving only a metallic aftertaste sick nightmare fantasy of ripping open bodies im the monster in your fairytale stories lets do a bit of editing, perhaps? lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps?

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

I didn't bother trying to make new friends, knowing I'd probably just end up biting them too. An insatiable thirst for blood coursed through me, like an unquenchable fire. Every night, the once peaceful town of Grey Valley bore witness to my gruesome deeds as I stalked the shadows, hunting for my next victim. I became the town's worst terror, leaving behind shattered families, wounded children, and lifeless couples. My aching fangs yearned to pierce living, breathing people, to savor the warm life essence pulsing through their veins.

Blood stained the dirt as the battle raged on, the scent of fear and violence filling the night air. The scent of fear and violence filled the air, mingling with the metallic stench of blood. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched in a mix of horror and relief as Azriel swiftly dispatched the remaining two vampires. The lifeless bodies lay strewn across the ground, a grim to the battle that had just unfolded.

Confused, the boy got out of the car and approached me. "Are you okay, man?" he asked." I didn't see you there. It's like you came out of nowhere". I didn't answer him. "Did you hear me?" he said, touching my left shoulder. I grabbed his throat in anger and felt my canines extend into fangs. I drove the fangs into his neck and felt his blood flush down my throat, quenching the dark thirst that wrecked my body. When I had drained the last drop from his arteries, I dislocated his skull from his throat, and his immobile body dropped to the ground, dead.

It wasn’t clear to me why I felt a twinge of guilt, just seeing it. “Chasing down the Vampire. Stopping the reign of blood.” She read, pointing to the title, and subtitle. “Oh. What’s it about?” I asked, a little awkwardly. “It’s a vampire who suddenly went crazy after tasting blood for the first time.” She replied, and I scoffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I said, snatching the book from her hands.