Bloody Sweet Manga Novels & Stories

~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!

stop once I tasted his blood’s metallic flavour. I felt as though I had an unidentified sweet tooth that was raging inside of me and that needed blood. The feeling was thrilling, especially for Dimitri. I could sense my bones starting to line up perfectly and my wounds starting to heal. I was getting better from his blood. All around us, I could hear growling and snarling. I slowly scan my surroundings. We were encircled. From every nook and cranny of the forest, fierce-looking vampires and wolves with ravenous eyes snarled and growled at us. Dimitri mutters, “Fuck!” while keeping his eyes fixed on the ferocious beasts. Dimitri began to tally our attackers’ numbers. A hissing sound reached

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

he said in a intimidating yet sarcastic voice and then shot the man right across the chest. The other men ran away and Liam came to me, “Come on love or you prefer staying here” he smirked and started moving towards his car. He called me wha- again? He is really unbelievable sometimes. Hey readers Aiman here! Just to inform you that I messed up the chapters arrangement a little bit. This chapter is followed by chapter 12 and 11 is missing kindly find chapter 11 in the Chap list and read it after this one. Thank you Aiman~

**Keres POV** I observed my honeycomb from afar as my healer frantically attended to her most severe wounds. Though my face seemed emotionless, I was fucking livid! I'll mindlessly eradicate any poor unsuspecting soul who dares have the balls to approach me now. I looked down at my bloodied clothes. This was not how things should have transpired! This was not part of the plan. I plucked the damp blood-crusted handkerchief from my pocket and began suckling it. Closing my eyes at the decadent flavour, trying to ease my temper. I could not explain it, but my honeycomb's blood tasted so sweet, richer than rare wine, sweeter than any mystical fruit I was fortunate enough to taste. Is this why I w

“But I always knew you smelled like shit.” “I’ll turn you to shit,” he snarled and beckoned his men. Then the fight began. Dozens of his men poured from every dark corner, wolves in varying stages of madness. Muzan was at my side the whole time, spinning and snapping and tearing through fur and flesh. My claws split rib cages. My fangs sunk into jugulars. Still, they kept coming. But rage made us faster. Fear made us brutal. When the last body dropped, twitching, and broken, Tony lay in a heap of fur and blood, unmoving. Muzan stood beside me, panting so hard I thought he might collapse.

He howls in agony. I bite down harder. I taste his blood. It is so sweet. It is so delicious. I close my eyes. I feel his blood run down my jaws and onto my chest. I am so hungry for it. I want to drink every last taste. To consume him completely. The other bikers are shouting. I can hear the revving of their motorcycles. I hear the roar of their bikes as they jump back on them and speed away. I let go off the man's leg.

and before she could process what was happening he had already sank his sharp pointy fangs into her neck making her scream a little from the pain. She felt his hands which were on her ass move to rest on the small of her back and at the back of her head so he could taste her blood in a better angle. Just as he expected her blood taste the sweetest, it was no compare to the ones he usually drank from cups. Her blood was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, when his tongue came in contact with her blood he didn't feel like letting her go again until he drain her but he had to stop.

I couldn't stop the purr resonating from my chest as her blood first hit my tongue, nor the hum of pleasure that races through one's body when taking from a live host. B negative was famously known for its sweetness, but hers held something else with it. It was perfectly sweet, but it was almost tart as well. Needless to say, it was amazing. Killing her now would be a waste of good blood. I held her tighter, trying to hold her still as she involuntarily began to squirm away from the pain, her cries of agony sounding here and there. There's no way she would have tried to get away on purpose. She's smarter than that.