Bloody Sweet Comic Novels & Stories

The result made her freeze. Usually, werewolf blood turns a deep red and stabilises, but this time it was different. This sample's colour reacted violently within a second of touching the medium. It sparked with an unnatural golden sheen. Additionally, the automatic sensors on the reaction table lit up, indicating an extremely high energy intensity.

Slaughtering the horde of enemies who initially wanted to capture Dave. "This will be the first and last time you see me!" he said sternly and coldly. The small shop where Aleta worked turned into a sea of blood in an instant. The lifeless bodies were lying together in the smell of blood that smelled fishy and rancid. A little of the blood splashed on Aleta's hand. The girl was lying stiff in the arms of the man named Dave. It made her body feel cold and trembling. "What kind of monster is currently holding me!" Aleta asked herself in fear.

Running his fingers along the spines of the comic books, he smiled again, this time a little more genuinely. He picked one up—“Blue Heart: A Love Beyond Borders”—and sat back on the bed. But as he opened the first page, the words blurred. Not because of the print, but because his eyes were watery....

I did not know that it was his sweet spot as well. Just as he was about to push me again, I opened my mouth widely and sank my fangs inside his neck. He moaned loudly this time as he felt the pleasure while I bit him hard. He did not know at all what I was doing. Instead of screaming in pain, he was moaning in pleasure. His cock was poking on my pussy as I was almost lying on top of him. I pulled away and licked his blood off of my lips. His blood tasted like strawberries, sweet and salty. I sat back up in his abdomen and he frowned at me.

~Matteo~ I could smell her arousal, and it was possibly the sweetest scent I had ever had the pleasure of inhaling! "I bet it tastes as good as it smells!" Blaze moaned eagerly, and we were on the same page, for once. Pulling from her lips, with a sly smirk curling the corners of my lips, my hands found hers, pulling them from my body as I swallowed the sweet metallic taste of her blood that graced my tongue. She tasted of pure, unfiltered power!

Lucien laughed then chimed in with Irina's words, "No. A creature like Derick is not suitable for little talk, Irina." "I know." said Irina. "I have to control my speech." Derick replied. Everyone nodded, agreeing with Derick's words. Even Irina, who rarely nodded in agreement with her brother’s words, nodded this time as well. "Lucien?" call Irina. "Yes, sister?" "I know the taste of The Sweet Blood." said Irina with a straight-blank look. "You didn't bite the girl?" Damien asked Irina. Irina shook her head faintly. "Nope." She answered. "I just stuck my sharp nails in. And I can feel the rest of the blood sticking to it." Irina looked at her right fingernails expressionlessly. "His blood i

- Cherry Sunny stops pointing and changes its finger direction “that was?”- Timot “look at the bloody marks around my friend”- Sunny as they look carefully look, it was a normal bloodshed “the-“- Bhea “wait!”- Timot Timot’s eyes became wide “the blood was still fresh!”- Timot the group quickly check again the pointed area because of the sudden remarks of Timot “y-yes! the blood still looks fresh!”- John Carl “That means there are still survivor inside BSOP!”- Timot

When the bedroom door opened, immediately the sweet smell of flowers, which spread across the floor of the room stung Liam's sense of smell. But apart from the sweet smell of the flowers, there was another smell that was much stronger. Blood. Yes. This room was filled with the strong smell of blood. And as if Liam had already predicted what he would see, he didn't even flinch at the sight that was presented before his eyes. There, on Elena's bed, was a young man lying limply with blood oozing from the open wound in his neck. His naked body indicated what had actually happened between them before the young man died.

Jesus Christ. She'd been cut somehow in the struggle; a gash on her upper arm was bright red, slick with fresh blood. And the scent and sight of it had sent her hunter attacker into a slavering fit of bloodlust. What kind of sorcerer are they? Someone who likes blood? His inner questions halted when he looked at Grace's eyes. It's pleading. Instead of going for the book, which the trio had no doubt been dispatched to do, the Hunter on Grace seemed rooted in just one thing—slaking its unquenchable thirst.

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.