Eso Bloodthirsty Novels & Stories

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

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.

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.

My arousal only heightened as he pulled back from my skin and his teeth glistened with my blood. The bed began creaking as his breath became short with each thrust. He braced his hands on the headboard, wrapped my legs around him, and drove himself deeper. "I want you to say my name," he grunted. "Oh, Darick!" I screamed, staring into his blood-red eyes. "No! My fucking NAME," he replied, gritting his teeth. "Darick, The BloodThirsty!" I screamed, watching his eyes grow darker. "Yes! Say it again."

He began to move—a frantic, punishing pace that rattled the heavy frame of the bed. Every thrust felt like he was trying to reach my very soul, to claim the parts of me that Toby had touched with his gentle words and his sunflowers. Laredo was erasing him, stroke by agonizing stroke. He bit my shoulder, his teeth sinking deep into the muscle, leaving a mark that would bleed into the sheets. “Mine,” he growled, the word a guttural roar. “You are mine until there is nothing left of you.”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.