Bloody Romance Manhwa Novels & Stories

My claws tear into his flesh but he continues holding me, and I gulp mouthful after mouthful of his blood, as more of it drips down my claws, dyeing my hands a deep crimson. I feel like I can’t stop. Danika is thrashing in my mind, trying to force her way out, and it takes all of my strength to keep her simmering just below the surface. I rip myself away from Samael, a trail of his blood dripping from my mouth. “I need human blood,” I gasp out, squeezing my eyes shut as Danika throws herself at the barricade in my head. Samael looks down at me and I know my eyes must be two swirling pools of crimson.

Fatimah could also sense that he'd always fantasized about being dominated by women and lucky for him, she wanted to dominate him. "I won't hurt you, Blake. Promise. And If I do hurt you, it's going to be a good hurt" she murmured against his throat, then sank her fangs at the curve of his pale milky, and veiny neck. Blake gasped and she gave him time to adjust to the feel of her fangs embedded in his skin before she started sucking his blood. The remaining bullets fell out of her onto the floor as she healed herself with the essence of his blood.

He was holding his stomach which felt stiff from laughing too much. "Adaaam." Yara let out a pitiful expression. In the past, this expression of hers always managed to get Adam to fulfill her request. Adam gasped for a few seconds then one finger pushed Yara's forehead. "It doesn't work. Who do you think you are, you think that by being so pitiful I will do what you want?" "You don't feel sorry for me, Dam? You already have a future wife. Most of our friends are already married. Me? I don't have a boyfriend yet, Dam. Guess why?”

She couldn't do that again. She swallowed hard and walked toward the bottle of blood. When she reached the counter, the smell of it brought back wretched memories. Her best friend is lying in a puddle of blood. She turned her head, trying not to breathe in the aroma. She had another friend now, and he needed this. She closed her hand around the bottle. It was cold. Should she warm it up so it would taste fresh? Her stomach churned at the thought. "Aya." She glanced toward him. Malcolm was struggling to sit up. Good God, the man was so weak. So vulnerable. Maybe it wasn't surprising that he'd bitten her when he needed blood so badly. It was

He hated how much he craved this… hated how every time Vito got close, something deep inside him woke up and begged to be touched, to be used, and fucking claimed. “I… I don’t know.” Vito stepped out of the shower, water pooling at his feet. “Come here.” Aiden moved without thinking. The moment he was close enough, water from Vito’s body soaked into his clothes. He reached out tentatively, pressing both hands against Vito’s chest. The skin was burning hot despite the shower. His fingers traced over old knife scars and intricate tattoos. He wondered what each mark meant, what kind of violent life had written these stories across Vito’s body.

she calls out, a smirk playing at her lips. She just had to end with another jab about the formal. Right when Axel was here. God, I’ll kill this girl someday. Axel, however, doesn’t seem to pick up on Corey’s final remark. His eyes are fixed on the book in front of me. “What are you reading?” “It’s… nothing. Just a story.” But almost as if he can sense my bluff, he flips the front page with ease, revealing the title sprawled in bold letters: LYCANTHROPY: HISTORY, MYTHS & OLD FOLKLORE.

Blood smeared everywhere—across my chest from where he'd rubbed against me, on my thighs from his dripping wounds, even flecking our faces as he leaned down to kiss me again. Our mouths met in a bloody clash, tongues tangling, sharing the copper taste. “Harder,” I panted between kisses, my cock trapped between us, sliding in the mess of red and sweat. Fuck. He obliged, shifting his angle to hit that spot inside me, sparks exploding with every brutal thrust. His hand gripped my hip, nails breaking skin, while the other pressed to his thigh wound, squeezing to force more blood out—drenching us further, turning the fuck into a slippery, gore-soaked ritual.

We fell together hard: my shoulder slamming into the marble, his body shielding mine by instinct even as it failed him. “Dante,” I screamed. Pain exploded through my arm as something hot splashed across my hand. Blood. Too much blood. “I’m fine,” he said, but his voice was strained and thin and lying. “You are not,” I said, already scrambling beneath him. Another shot shattered glass above us. People were still screaming, but the sound felt distant now, muffled by the rush of blood in my ears. “Stay down,” he ordered weakly. “No,” I said.

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