Eso Bloodthirsty Novels & Stories

Advanced Sanguimancy. The mirror-sheen surface of the basin violently rippled. Six long, liquid tendrils of dark blood rose from the pool, hovering in the air like coiling vipers before rushing toward Carmilla. They didn't strike to wound; they wrapped around Carmilla’s wrists, her throat, and her temple, their cool, liquid mass sinking straight through her porcelain skin, embedding themselves directly into her immortal bloodstream. Carmilla’s system suffered an instantaneous, blinding shock.

Blood sprayed in all directions as my blade danced through the air, carving a path of destruction through my adversaries. The metallic tang of warm blood filled my senses, splattering across my face in a macabre display. Without hesitation, I instinctively licked the crimson droplets, savouring the taste of power and dominance. "Lovely," I murmured, a dark smirk playing at the corners of my lips. "This tastes so eccentric. I want more." My words dripped with menace as I surveyed the chaos around me, relishing in the fear and desperation that emanated from those foolish enough to challenge me. With each fallen foe, my reputation as a dangerous force to be reckoned with only grew stronger.

I try to say something, but before I can speak I start coughing and Victor helps me, I bend over as blood comes out with each cough. After several times feeling this pressure in my chest and getting weaker each time, I then taste rotten meat and make a greater effort and soon a ball of muscle, blood and hair comes out of me and falls to the ground. "Fuck!" I hear Ishtar's voice. "Some Necromancer has Soren's blood!" As soon as this grotesque thing comes out of me, I can feel Strïth coming back, and his anger is palpable. Then, before I can say anything, I see Ghost start to bend over, bringing his hand to the middle of his chest, the smell of his blood spreading as it starts to drip from his

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

"I can smell the copper in the air. Your scent is changing. It’s becoming sharper, more predatory. The hunger isn't just a whisper anymore, is it? It’s a roar." "I told you, I’m fine, Nomo! Just stay back," she snapped, her eyes flashing a violent shade of amethyst. As she spoke, the Cursed Blood Mark on her chest flared with a sickening, rhythmic heat, pulsing so brightly that its crimson light began to bleed through the fabric of her dark tunic. The craving hit her then—a wave of agonizing thirst that made her fangs ache in her gums and her vision swim with red static.

"Yvonne Itzel Mercado!" "Do you believe in vampires?" Yvonne's eyes sparkled, staring at Giselle with so much excitement. She sounds and acts like a child in a beautifully matured body. Despite the constant times that Yvonne infuriates her, she has never failed in making Giselle submissive to her cuteness and carefree attitude. "Diyos ko," Giselle sighs, massaging her temples.

said Noah. "I'm not insane. Don't you ever felt the urge to see blood for your own pleasures? Don't you ever felt contented and extremely high when you see blood? Don't you ever felt that you'll go insane if you aren't able to see blood? That's what I feel. That's how twisted I am. I'm willing to kill just so I can see blood. I'm willing to do anything to satisfy my bloodlust to the point that I'm willing to get wounded just so I can satisfy my bloodlust," Akisha said like a mad woman.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

He grabbed her shoulder and ordered her to look straight into his eyes. “Listen to me, today nothing has happened with you, you will forget everything, and you are willing to give me your blood. Relax!” Gabriel's pupil dilated, and the woman was frozen in her place, then Gabriel slowly inserted his fangs into the crook of her neck and sucked her blood like a hungry predator. But Gabriel could not restrain himself. His eyes were blood-red with deep black touch, his black forehead veins were popping. Suddenly, he heard Gramson's voice, “Majesty, I think she has reached her limits, Majesty.”

A strap tied his thick curls back, and he had secured an ancient-looking blade to his back. He was lethal. And as she watched his claws sink into the flesh of Alpha Kai's neck, she had never been more grateful. "She. Is. Mine." Evander snarled, his eyes shining yellow. A tarp now covered the shattered windows of the office, and someone had cleaned up most of the evidence of yesterday's saga. But as a fresh crack in the plaster appeared under Alpha Kai's body, a wave of guilt passed over Sapphira, and as Alpha Kai started to make a gurgling sound, her fingers found Evander's arm.