Novel & Cerita Eso Bloodthirsty

“I appreciate it.” Dad nodded as he got up and left my office to myself. Demi was feeling pretty happy at the moment. Something I desperately wanted to give her. Happiness. As much as she tries to hide her blood lust, I can feel it burning inside of her. What people don’t understand, and I’m not ready to find out, is just how feral she will be when she is faced with the person responsible. “Luca?” Heath stuck his head in my office. “I thought I would find you here.” He walked in with a smile on his face. The bruise I gave him was barely visible.

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.

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.

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."

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.