Eso Bloodthirsty Novels & Stories

With a savage grunt, Dexter ripped the heart from its moorings, holding it aloft as he let out a triumphant roar, signaling his brutal victory. But Dexter wasn't done yet. With a bloodlust that consumed him, he plunged his fangs into the executioner's neck, draining every last drop of blood from his body. The sound of the dying Vampire's gurgling breaths filled the air as Dexter reveled in the taste of his victim's life force. Dexter raised his head, a fierce growl escaping him as his coal-black eyes gradually shifted to a dark, menacing shade of red. It was a clear sign that his thirst for blood had not been fully quenched, and that he hungered for even more.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

She said, holding it out to me. I didn't take it immediately. “What is it?” “An enchanted Athame.” She said simply and it was my turn to roll my eyes. “I mean what does it do. What is it echanted with?” “Enough power to kill a vampire, should you get the chance.” I paused and looked down at the weapon again before closing my hand around the hilt. It vibrated in my grip, singing to some deep, primitive part of me that hungered for blood.

Cerridwen tried to explain, tried to pull back away from the terrified youngsters, but Melody was beyond her reach, her beautiful golden eyes turned blood red as she bared her fangs that now dripped with her venom. Her golden coat was covered in their blood, her ears lay flat against her head and her powerful back legs tensed as she prepared to finish them off. Loki knew what he had to do, Melody was going to kill the youngsters and he had to stop her, mind-linking Othello he said

The image his words painted was so vivid, so horrifying, that I physically recoiled. Damien's face flashed in my mind, his grey eyes wide with shock and betrayal as I tore into his throat. Lacey screaming as I drained the life from her. The Leader watching in horror as the girl he'd taken in, the one he'd trained, protected and lost something precious for, became the very monster she'd sworn to destroy. "No," I choked out, my whole body trembling. "No, I would never-" "You won't have a choice," Elias interrupted, his voice harsh and unforgiving. "When the bloodlust takes over completely, there will be no loved ones, no enemies, no distinction between friend and foe. There will only be the hu

gnawing at me in a hot scorching thirst. “B.. blood…blood please..” he cried and I smirked, nodding at him and bending closer to him. “You'll have all of me once you start speaking or I'll rip out your lungs and eat them this instant!” I snarled at him and he gulped. My blood was royalty, a threat for my fellow Vampires, even my mother can't stand being around me when my blood is spilled. It was a cruel addiction and without tasting my blood, they could go mad in burning thirst once they thirst it. The same effect I have with Evelyn, her scent was enough to drive me crazy.

Everyone backed away in shock and pure rage, and I was hearing the faint scream of my mother calling out my name. But then, I was lost in a haze of hunger and confusion. I could feel the darkness swirling inside me, urging me to seek out the one thing that could satisfy my craving: blood. Instinctively and like a mad dog, I lashed out at one of my friends, who was also the daughter of a pack hunter like my parent. I was driven by an uncontrollable thirst as I tackled her to the ground, pinning her beneath me. Her screams echoed through the hall and into my ears, yet I couldn't stop as I sank my fangs into her neck, drawing out her lifeblood.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

Azrael still didn't wake up after an hour. Maybe it was the effect of the poison. I sighed and stood up from the bed. I really need blood right now. My vision is slowly turning red. My bloodthirst is getting worse. It made me feel weak. It's getting harder to control, especially if I am so thirsty for blood.

The zombie began slowly twisting to face me, its elbow digging into my sternum, ripping a pained groan from my lips, but before it could fully turn to bare its teeth at me. A club came whizzing past my face and made the zombie’s head snap back, sending its body to the left and releasing the pressure on my chest with a whimper creeping up my throat. Shit, I need a damn break. I rolled to push off the cold ground, my numb skin burning and yelling at me as I looked up to watch Bax bring the club above her head then back down onto the zombie’s head, painting the snow beneath it with paste and blood. I’m gonna hurl.