Curse Of The Bloodthirsty Novels & Stories

ny bloodied hands, The air around me was thick with the smell of rogues I have been hunting for the past two days. I had killed too many. Twenty… fifty…, I had stopped counting. The curse inside me was roaring now, heavier and more intense than before, from the more blood I spilled. It was crawling through my veins, like painful thorns that wanted to break through my skin. “More blood, faster, kill them all.” Dax's bloodthirsty voice continued to echo in my head. The death match would start anytime soon, and I was far away from my Milo. “Our Milo, our mate…kill them all.”

This was too much for me to bear. It wasn't just the pain of betrayal, it was the pain of the fact that I now have to choose between staying alive or losing everyone in Lúa Infinita. Blood wolves are cursed shifters that bring death and destruction to those around them. A stigmatised were-creature whose curse can only be triggered by their mates. The curse is a devouring spirit that eats the souls of the ones around the cursed and quenches its taste with their blood. It was a barbaric curse that once triggered, will not end except the cursed is killed or the mate of the cursed dies after the others and everything they both hold dear is destroyed. Hendrix, this pack, his family and even Scarl

“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole pr

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

Poisonous Blood Thirsty GU – a poisonous GU who wanted the smell of blood on its body, using violence turning into killing. Mother and GU child Blood Thirsty Gu- an inspirable mother and child. If the cub of the mother Gu dies, the Host of the mother Gu will suffer the consequences and will kill everyone at his sight to vent and calm the anger of the mother Gu of losing her child, even a loved one of the Host can’t be spared or the Host will feel his heart torn into pieces like what the mother Gu is feeling after the loss of her child.

"We never wanted this. If I had a chance to choose, I would rather remain in the past, with my daughter. This is only for our Revenge against the wolves. That's how I see it, your mother is a hybrid, she might view the ritual from another perspective." While all Matilda wanted was revenge, what my mother wanted was to create a world where hybrids didn't have to hide their true form. "And what is this ritual about?" I asked her. "It's called the blood ritual. It's a ritual to be carried out only during the blood moon. While werewolves experienced the full moon, witches experience the blood moon. On the night of the blood moon, the ritual would be carried out. Like I have said, only hybrids ca

she asks. “I don’t know,” I reply and rub my burning throat. “A lot.” “I couldn’t find much about Cambion illnesses in my books,” she says. I lean over to look between the two front seats at a box of books at Lucille’s feet. “The only time you get sick is when you deplete your energy…or you’re cursed. Have you been cursed?” “How would I know if someone cursed me?” Monty and Lucille exchange a glance I don’t much care for. “There is a chance you won't,” Lucille says.

"This is what now cursing through your veins," My brows creased as my breath hitched at his statements. Shivers of fear ran down my spine. I have heard of these viruses wreaking destruction on the south of borders, driving the person to total madness before killing it from the inside. The stories tell that the torture will span a one-cycle - if no one has the mercy to kill the man before then - and eventually, the insanity will drive the person to murder in cold blood anyone he could get his hands on. "You mean to say..." I could not finish my conclusion. I blinked my eyes repeatedly, confused as to where my headaches come from; my wound or my annoyance, or both.

“I don't really know why we exist and what makes us feel more hungry for a human who barely has light, but like attracts like. Its scent is sweeter and more penetrating than a normal human's blood, I can smell it even if I'm miles from here; that is one of the main factors.” The black mist returned and began to dance between the legs of the young woman, who was attentively watching the demon's explanation. “However, like everything in excess, your blood tends to be vicious. The millennial demon I had to kill, the one that's still making my back ache, she was addicted to you. When I arrived, the smell of your blood was permeating every corner of your room and you were unconscious like a corps

This felt like a scene out of a fictional book. "I think I'm going crazy." She mutters to herself as she fetches a glass cup, fills it with water and gulps it down. 'You haven't answered my question.' He continues, his voice a low growl. She sighs. What question? 'Oh, for the bloody cursed tomb! Why shouldn't I kill him? You definitely do not like him and I sense resentment. Maybe even hate.' I don't hate him. I don't? 'You bloody do!'