Bloodthirsty Book Novels & Stories

He wielded his sword and struck the man dead in one go, dividing his body into half and the blood splashing on his face which he wiped away with satisfaction. It was less than an hour ago they got to hear from the witch after Kyle had tortured her in his own way and she began to spill everything. It was obvious that the witch also needed their help as much as they needed hers and she had talked about a sacred book and how the Blackburn are connected to it. To think that there has been a prophecy which existed for a long time that will bring an end to his immortality makes him even mad and the reason the Nightbloods had gone into hiding only to come out when the time is right makes him want t

"Aw...it's sweet of you to think that I'd take pity on you." "What the fuck?" He hissed when I pinned him to the wall and pressed the knife into his wrist. It punctured and made a long line with the tip of the knife. His blood dripped onto the ground while the man was actually crying from the pain. "Such a waste," I grabbed his wrist and licked the blood when hunger suddenly hits. And I didn't think twice when I pushed his chest with my other hand to keep him still and started draining his blood while the man looked at me in pure horror. It only took moments before the man became lifeless in my hands.

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

My breathing picks up as different emotions wash over me. I'm answered with flashes of fangs. One of the leaches moves quickly swing sharp nails at me. I reach out catching his wrist stopping his attack, then reach out grabbing a hand full of his hair pulling his head to the side. I lean down sinking sharp teeth deep into his neck letting the warm blood fill my mouth, before ripping a chunk out of his neck, letting him drop to the floor bleeding out.

Chapter 1 It was late at night at around 10:30 pm in San Francisco a woman walked passed a street it was dark that she had to make use of a touch light in order to get a clear view of where she was heading to, just when she was about taking a step she felt something around her when she was about to look around she heard some strange voice which she found kind of weird, at first it was frighten, she asked herself "what could that be." while she stood there wondering what on Earth could have made such a weird sound, she was lost in her thoughts, then she heard a foot steps as if she was been followed by an unknown person, now she was scared because she knew it wasn't natural for all this thin

I don’t know what’s changed, but it feels more right now. My head tilts to her chest, my lips sealing around one nipple and as I suck hard on it, she practically whimpers, her back arching off the bed and the next think I know she’s screaming my name. Her hands have somehow gotten free from my grip and one of them is in my hair, pinning my face to her while the other squeezes my shoulder, her blunt nails digging half-moons into my skin. I hope she draws blood, I hope she leaves a mark. The thought only makes me go even more feral as I feast on her breasts, playing with her, making her moan and arch and scream, each and every sound that comes out of her is like music to my ears. Like an encha

At the center of the cover lies a raised symbol: a drop of blood, intricately detailed, as if about to trickle down the cover, appearing almost alive. The clasp of the book is a masterpiece of brutality and symbolism. Made of heavy metal, it is adorned with tiny skulls and bones, reminders of the lethal power contained within the tome. The clasp seems to demand a blood pact to be opened, with a small blade embedded, ready to make the necessary cut. When I finally open the Bloodbound Codex, I feel the temperature around me drop abruptly, as though the very air had been sucked into the book. The atmosphere becomes denser, heavier, as if the essence of the book were absorbing the vitality aroun

I exhale loudly and make to snap the book shut but the sharp end prick my finger. With a hiss under my breath, I press my finger tightly as tiny drops of blood trickles down. The blood drops on the page and like a mystery, words begin to form, unraveling themselves. I watch with shock, my heart pounding against my ribcage at the swirling letters that aren't there before. As soon as it starts, the strokes end. I glance warily at my finger which has healed instantly and with my pulse spiking, I read the words; ‘Rare is the blood born beneath the crimson gaze of the moon,

The darkness remained silent and empty. “Alexei! You bastard!” I kept roaring. Kept screaming his name until my voice cracked. My throat felt like it was on fire. Each scream tore at my vocal cords. And I could taste blood in my throat, warm and metallic. It filled my mouth. I coughed violently. Blood splattered from my lips onto my chest and trousers. The dark stains spread across the fabric as an evidence of my desperation. But I didn't stop. I needed to get out of this shit and save Irina. I needed to see that son of a bitch and put a bullet in his fucking head this time!

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"