Bloodthirsty Book Novels & Stories

"I'll wake up better... Just let me sleep. I think, and I'm one step away from letting go completely, and then I feel a strong taste invade my mouth, my gaze focuses again, and I realize that I'm taking blood, I want to fight it, it's not right! But at the same time, this blood tastes different, it's a mixture of orange, apple and something woody, and it smells perfect. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

However, it was very hard to do if they have to draw someone's blood. Mila's grunts grew louder as her thirst intensified, like a hot iron rod was being plunged into her throat. Especially as they got closer to the city center, where she could smell the blood from beneath the skin of the humans, as if she could feel the blood flowing in their veins and this was not a good thing.

But what made it different from the other books, was the ominous feeling that creep through my veins each time I held it. Blood. The word came to my head like a message, making me wondered why a demon was asking for blood again. Blood. "Of course." "Of course what?" Lily asked me, and I almost didn't know I muttered out. Without answering her question, I hurried for the dagger that was tucked well and always worn on my lower right leg. Blood. I quickly held the blade and might have caused some screaming and shouting from Lily and Mona once they saw me with a knife. Thrusting the blade to my palm, I waited for the blood to spill on the book. Nothing happened at first, but then the book opened

I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher the ancient, jagged writing that surrounded the drawing: "When the Moon bleeds, and the shadows grow long, the heart that beats no more shall find its beat. From the ashes of the ancient burial grounds, the Cold Ones shall arise. They are the hunger that never sleeps, the thirst that cannot be slaked. When the Blood Moon crowns the sky, the Undead shall claim the throne of the living, and the world shall drown in the red of their feast." Devon yawned tiredly behind me, stretching out on the bed. "Jimmie... will you put the book away and come to bed? Please? Come on, babe..."

Giselle sighs, massaging her temples. There's no other way she could survive this, so she shuts her textbook, organized her writing materials inside her pencil cases, and placed it all inside her bag. Giselle pulled her iced coffee and started sipping on it. She runs her finger on the leaked water from her cold cup. "No, I don't believe in them. We're no longer twelve," Giselle ridicules, rolling her eyes in absurdity. Her eyes trailed to her surroundings while Yvonne began to tackle more about bloodsucking demons until Giselle found something that caught her attention. Mr. Mercado placed newly made tiramisu crepe cake, the ones that she loves.

That means Dante would have to spend his time wandering the lore alone , that is if the moon goddess doesn’t kill him. Dust clouded the air as the ancient book hit the floor with a hollow thud, its cracked leather cover splitting at the seam. I didn’t flinch. Instead, my lips curved into a slow, sweet and satisfied smile, one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Blood Moon... hybrids” I calmly murmured under my breath, reading the title aloud like it was a prophecy. “Its been a while since I went on a hunting spree.” "All it takes is one swift and clean motion and the lore would actually burn to ashes while I stand on the edge of the destruction and watch."

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

If they saw the miserable scene, maybe it could arouse their common hatred. Several warriors arrived first and looked at the blood pool in front of them in shock. They approached carefully and found that it was true blood. Suddenly, a scarlet hand stretched out of the blood. Several people shouted in horror and tried to resist it with their strength, but the blood hand was so powerful that it directly pulled them into the sea of blood. The sea of blood shook and soon returned to calm. Several ferocious beasts from the forest outside the cities smelt the blood and came. They wanted to drink the blood, but several arm-thick blood threads lashed out, imprisoned them, and dragged them into the s

Alexis tried to threaten. But with a very fast movement, Adrian managed to grab Alexis by the neck and pressed her body against the wall in the hallway. Alexis began to have trouble breathing. With a feeling of tension and fear all over her body, Alexis tried to free herself from Adrian's grip. Adrian brought his face close to Alexis' neck, sucking in the air around him greedily. “I couldn't help myself since this morning. Your scent is very fragrant and intoxicating. I have never smelled blood like this in my life. And it feels like it's driving me crazy." After saying that, without a word, Adrian bit Alexis' neck and drank her blood. At that moment Adrian suddenly widened his eyes, he was

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***