Eso Bloodthirsty Novels & Stories

I need it to. With a swift, precise motion, I drive the blade into the young lycan’s throat. The warm blood bursts forth in a pulsing stream, flowing through the grooves carved into the stone of the table. The marks flare with a vibrant red glow, the entire hall illuminated by the macabre light. The ground begins to tremble, a distant whisper—or perhaps a wail—seems to echo from the unseen depths. For a moment, my heart races in anticipation. Have I finally done it? Will the Entity deign to respond?

he says, closing his eyes remorsefully. A sanguidae can go a lifetime without feeding on blood or consuming hearts. It won’t kill them, but they can only go so long before the blood craze kicks in. Drinking blood keeps us in our right minds, the longer we go without it the more the roots of the curse take full effect. Soon you lose all your senses and go completely mad. You become an unstoppable blood-crazed monster that can destroy an entire town in a single day or night in an attempt to satisfy the beast within. Unfortunately, I’m speaking from experience. The things I’ve done during my blood crazes will haunt me for all time.

If he keeps doing it, his claws will leave bruises on his neck. Well... it's nothing new. Kevin has witnessed these symptoms in Edward many times when he goes crazy over blood. He becomes a beast then. But he is craving for blood these days more than any time. It happens whenever a change comes in his blood type. He has been fed B+ all these years since it can be found pretty easily. But after having Erin's blood, his thirst has increased. Altogether, Edward is nothing but trouble for Kevin.

"And I don't like her. I told you. I was trying to get information out of her. Let me explain more." "You don't like her? But she likes you. She is always after your blood," I needed to let him know how much it bothered me when I saw that girl fawning over him. I burned with jealousy. "She doesn't like me per se. She likes my blood. Because my blood is..." Ambrose hesitated, so I looked at him questioningly. "There's some kind of aphrodisiac quality in my blood that make vampires go crazy for it," Ambrose said. "Same way Dave is always after yours. I think we have a similar kind of blood."

The vampire blood had always been there, buried beneath layers of resistance, but now it was close- too close - and she could almost taste it on the air. Taking one final breath, Zoe uncorked the vial, and with shaking hands, brought it to her lips. The moment the blood touched her tongue, everything around her seemed to tilt. The taste was overwhelming - sickly sweet and full of fire. It burned down her throat, setting her insides ablaze.

She guided me to the center of the yard where moonlight pooled like water. “Kneel.” I obeyed. She stood before me. Lifted a blade from nowhere. Pressed it into her palm. Blood spilled like liquid lightning. Silver-red. Glowing. She raised her hand. I trembled. “Drink,” she whispered. I hesitated. Then obeyed. The instant her blood touched my lips— Fire. I screamed. The world fractured. She began chanting, her voice echoing unnaturally through the air. **“Sanguis antiquus, voco te…”**

He easily subdued the younger vampire and continued draining his blood. "I can’t… too much." Louise was still trying to fight his way to survival. His whole being was crying for blood as it was being drained away from him. The thirst he was feeling was even worse than when he was first awakened as a vampire. He could almost hear his guts bursting. The intense hunger is making his mind play tricks on him until it is close to shutting down.

Which is why I have left the sanctuary of my study tonight, to get more blood. The monster inside me is threatening to take over, and if he wins the battle within me, then I cannot stop him from killing. I have been starving him for days and the bags of blood don’t taste the same as it does fresh from the vein. He hates it, but there are bigger things at play here than his greed and they have to take precedence.

The heir of the Howe family, the infamous 'venomous snake' Zach Howe, was the only man who held sway in both the underworld and high society. However, for some reason, he became obsessed with me and would not let go. I had once asked him about it. Back then, Zach sat on the sofa with his gaze fixed on me. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his striking features looked even more unreal in the haze. He said, "There's no reason. I just like you."

It's worse than I imagined. A jagged scar cuts across his ribs, but it's not just a scar. The flesh is blackened and twisted, and within it, something glows—a deep, pulsing red light like embers in dying coals. The mark is shaped like a broken moon encircled by thorns, and as I watch, shadows writhe beneath his skin, spreading out from the mark like roots. "This is the Bloodwraith Mark," he says, his voice hollow. "My father tried to break a sacred bond, and Vorrak punished our entire bloodline for it. This curse turns emotion into hunger. The stronger I feel, the more dangerous I become. And with you…" He shakes his head. "Everything I feel is amplified a hundredfold. Your fear feeds me. Yo