Novel & Cerita Eso Bloodthirsty

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

The sweet-savory taste of blood in Latina's taste buds made her roll her eyes. She sipped on it with excessive thirst. Her eyes glowed in the dark, cold room as she sank her fangs deeper in her victim's skin, allowing the liquid to flow out and fill her mouth. She felt warm by drinking his blood. It pumped her nerves up. Latina seemed energized. She inhaled the air with the metallic scent of blood to fill her nostrils. It was like having something she never had before and it was giving her exemplary sensation.

His focus was on the hungry faces staring back at us, faces that made my stomach twist with disgust. For all their centuries of existence, they resembled starving animals more than dignified immortals. Bloodlings, they said, were ruled by primal thirst. But watching these so-called elders, I wondered who the real monsters were. Still, I couldn’t fault them entirely. Hunger had its many shapes, and I knew mine well. I had no desire for humans, no taste for their fragility. My thirst was different. Darker. More dangerous. I craved the blood of wolves. The thought of piercing a dagger through their chest had haunted me since I was old enough to name desire.

Samael responded, his eyes narrowing further. The glass left my lips quickly. The taste still coated my tongue and I felt more sick than last night. Blood. This was blood. "You need this to survive?" I couldn't help the disgusting tone in my voice. But somewhere, I knew he drank blood. He had taken blood from me on numerous occasions. Always just a few drops, like last night, but I knew his reaction to blood was intense. "No, we simply enjoy the taste. In fact, we relish it. We are bloodthirsty creatures, especially here in Wrath. The taste of blood makes us feel... superior. Powerful. It awakens our thirst for more," Samael explained, his eyes fixated on my wine glass.

I take full control and start menacingly walking towards him. I want to break bones. I feel so bloodthirsty that I swear I might be a vampire. I want to taste Hermes's blood so bad. I want to quench my thirst and put out this burning fire down my throat. I want to feel it sizzling as take it in huge gulps.

The taste of blood lingered on his tongue, the metallic tang a reminder of the stakes they faced. Sangre, his eyes ablaze with a mix of dominance and sadistic pleasure, loomed over Fester. He stood like a colossus, an embodiment of unyielding power, his presence commanding the attention of all. His voice, a chilling blend of triumph and malice, filled the air, echoing through the clearing with an air of absolute authority.

[Anthrose’s POV] Joy rushes through me as the taste of blood explodes on my tongue. Goddess, it tastes so good, especially mixed with the fear that is trickling from the one that I’m slowly ripping limb from limb. It’s all I can taste, all I can feel, all I can focus on. That’s it. The darkness in me purrs. Kill. Kill everyone. Kill everyone. Right. I needed to kill everyone because they’re the ones who did this. This was their fault. They were the reason I was left with no other choice but to embrace the beast that I always kept in the shadows.