Novel & Cerita Bloodthirsty Book

“You surely will.’ He whispers as the familiar hue of lights awaits them both in the middle of the path they are taking. Knowing what it is as they are aware of what draws it in front of them. Daniela raise her hand as the lights came down and surrounds her. One by one and with a click of her hand, it turns into the books that make the entirety of these dark and dreadful charades. With that, she names the books one by one that open and presented their heart, but only the clear four can be heard at that moment as it rings. “Blood Resonance. The Call of Death. Death Reincarnate. Shinzo Dimension.” As the book opens along with its prominent hue that also represents the prominent sins that are t

I drove a blade straight through its skull. Before the body even dropped, I shifted again. Wolf. Faster. Stronger. My fur bristled as I tore through another, ripping its side open and sending it crashing into a tree. A bite caught my arm. Deep. Pain flared. Real pain. I snarled, turning violently and crushing its neck between my jaws. Blood filled my mouth. Hot. Thick. I spat it out. More footsteps. More movement. They weren’t stopping. Good.

I was a threat to them because I fed on their blood instead of human blood; I had trained myself to live with animal blood, though it didn't give me the satisfaction that human blood would. For several generations, my body has come to terms with animal blood, and the reality, I didn't intend to change. ” We have to get it under control.” Theo suggested. “ Alpha, the chains are loosing up!” one of the warriors complained and I stared up at the wild animal that was looking at me with bloodshed eyes.“ What do you suggest?” Theo asked, stepping forward, but I didn't have the chance to answer as one of the chain's thorns, the beast started shoving the warriors one after the other rendering the ch

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

Ants were meant to be stepped on by humans, and humans by the Undead! “I will return this to you,” Bloodlust chuckled grimly and spat out the blood she had been keeping in her mouth all this while. The red liquid forced its way into Philip’s eyes and blinded him. His movements came to a natural stop and he was left vulnerable. “Crap!” Razor screamed, trying to get to Philip first, but how could he who had always focused on brute strength be a match for a Blood Daemon’s speed? Jack was also trying to stop her, and so was Davies; however, neither one of them was close enough. With a cruel laugh Bloodlust stabbed her blade into Philip’s abdomen and twisted savagely before cutting across in a tr

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

But her hunger couldn’t. She lifted the overflowing goblet and examined it. She could already sense what it contained: white blood. She put it to her lips and drank. It was sweeter than red blood and went down more easily—and it ran through her veins faster. Within moments, she felt reborn, and stronger than she’d ever had. She could have drank forever. Caitlin finally set down the empty goblet, and took the silver case with her to bed. She lay down, and realized how sore her legs were. It felt so good to just lay there.

Her father. Cameron Allistar White had been a soldier in the American Civil War when he was mortally wounded and left for dead. A nomadic vampire, searching for an easy meal, had begun to drain him—only to be interrupted by a clean-up crew retrieving fallen soldiers. The vampire fled before he could finish, leaving behind a man who was neither dead nor fully human. His heart still beating when the venom flooded his veins.

Not metaphorically. It boiled. The scent hit the crowd before the magic did, iron-rich and laced with power. The coals beneath me hissed as blood seeped from my cracked skin, soaking the embers. The sky darkened. And then… I moved. Not rising, not yet. I twitched. The pain should’ve ended me. Instead, it opened me. Bloodbinding surged up through my spine, hungry and unholy. It wasn’t Sevrin’s gift anymore. It wasn’t borrowed.