Eso Bloodthirsty Novels & Stories

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.

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

he whispers, his voice filled with concern and a hint of desire. As I continue to feed on Alaric's neck, the taste of his warm blood invigorates me, fueling my insatiable hunger. Each drop that enters my mouth sends waves of pleasure through my veins, heightening my senses and intensifying the connection between us. The primal satisfaction of satisfying my cravings consumes me, overpowering any rational thought or restraint.

My nails start elongating and I fear anytime from now I will lose control. Goddess knows what will happen if I do. I don't want to hurt anyone. "Shit" Mira cusses gaping at me in realisation. "What is it?" Lance asks and instantly picks me up and places me on the sofa I was sitting on earlier. "She's bloodthirsty" Mira mumbles and I feel enormous fear take over my senses. Bloodthirsty is when you can't have enough of blood no matter how much you drink, and it only happens when a witch casts that spell on you.

only, I couldn't. I entered the room and God knows if I could bleach my eyes with holy water, I would. I was standing at the doorway with eyes blown wide in shock and mouth open,my jaw was seconds away from touchdown. The boy from earlier with the sandy blond hair and tattoos dressed in all black was sitting on her bed and she was kneeling in front of him, between his spread legs, and she was...I would never unsee this. I shook myself out of my frozen state and run out like the floor had caught fire.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

"Sorry you poor thing, I have to admit you taste so darn good. Well, curse my appetite, but shall we have another sip?" The warm blood kept oozing down my throbbing wound. The metallic scent clogged my nostrils. This made Nikol's eyes stirred with uncontrollable thirst. I tried to beg with my teary eyes, but the look on her face was full of bloodlust now. It was the vampire thing after all.

Again, she got that bloody taste in her mouth. Anthony paused. Her blood. He could smell it. This time it came off overwhelming, triggering his vampiric craving. Her heartbeat, her BPM count, her blood as it coursed through her veins and arteries — he heard it all. In fact, he saw everything happening underneath her skin.

The twisted image of the skeletal corpse with its hollow sockets and its damned gold ring was already stuck Rosy's mind. She shoved him away, harder than she thought she could, her strength coming from the sudden anger she felt. “What is that?” she demanded, her voice sharp and breathless. She pointed one trembling finger at the carcass behind him. Sergio didn’t flinch. “You weren’t supposed to see this.” “But I did.” She pointed toward the skeleton again, voice rising. “Tell me who that is.” He sighed and crouched by the body, brushing dirt from the fabric clinging to the ribcage.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER ELEVEN JEALOUSY CUTS “In this world, love doesn’t make you weak. But it sure as hell makes you bleed.” The scent of blood still lingered on Alessio’s hands when he came home. Emilia noticed it before he even reached the bedroom. Not because she smelled it—but because she recognized the way his jaw locked, the way he walked like something inside him was still breaking ribs. She was on the balcony in silence, barefoot, in a black silk robe she hadn’t bought for seduction. The city below was loud and empty all at once. She didn’t turn when he entered. She spoke without looking. “Who did you kill tonight?”