Feasting On The Blood Of The Insane Novels & Stories

He locked eyes with each of us and knew our answer before we did. “No.” “That’s what I hoped you’d say,” he cackled, running a hand through his greasy black hair. “Good thing too ‘cause I got another hot one comin’ right up! Mmmm makes me hungry just thinking about it. Little number called . . . the Blood Feast!” He strutted around in front of the table, crouched on the edge of the stage, and smacked his lips. The headlights cast a gargoyle shadow against the huge white-washed screen behind him.

she had officially gone insane. Stefan groans, coughing and this time something came out of his mouth. Blood. My body shook with terror. I didn't think I had a chance to get away now. I didn't think anyone would get to me in time. " You crazy-" cough " bitch," Stefan coughed out, splattering more blood on the floor. His head turn to me slightly and our eyes meet. They were glassy now, unfocused and swam with pain....so opposite of the gleam he showed me earlier. The sight knocked the breath out of my lungs.

“Your body will demand for it in ways you can’t explain. It’s going to feel like you’re going crazy. You won’t be able to see or hear anything clearly. The only thing on your mind will be blood, and why that’s bad is, you can’t recognize anyone. I don’t want you getting back to your senses only to realize you’ve killed a loved one, so I brought an animal. Animal blood will help. And don’t you go about apologizing, because this same cow will be used for beef by humans.” I actually gave a chuckle at his last sentence, then thought deeply on his words. I wouldn’t want to suddenly find myself kneeling in front of my mother’s dead body. It was something I would regret for the rest of my life. Suc

To her own time that stood still, and the distortion that none of them notice or even felt. The psycho draws a lustful smile as her golden colored eyes reflected her very image where time ticks, yet not on her. Worst and out of a fix horror, without a blink as no one of them had the chance to, everyone falls dripping with their blood, dead and rolling without their head. To the mansion that is being painted with everyone’s blood and the screams that exchange the bliss and festivity of the night. God’s howls as the storm that supposed to be a blessing, turns into a nightmare. As it speaks. “Shall I play?” asking, yet more like taunting.

Their blood was roaring with wild, rabid frenzy, their senses completely overwhelmed by the raw urge to kill and feed. Morrigan stood above the iron hatch, her hands pressed against the bars, her face lit by the torchlight as she prepared to watch the gruesome execution. "Tear her to pieces!" Morrigan screamed down into the pit, a manic, psychotic grin stretching across her lips. "Eat her alive!" The two starved beasts didn't pause. The moment their heavy paws struck the stone floor of the trench, their glowing sulfur eyes locked onto my frame. Driven by four days of absolute starvation and intense blood-lust, the primal frenzy in their minds was too overwhelming for a passive aura command t

At the same time, blood gushed from his chest and stopped flowing downward, forming a bloody fog in the air. The bloody fog quickly spread throughout the area. Soon after, the elites of the various sects who breathed the bloody fog became hideous. Their eyes were blood red, and they burst out laughing with an ear-piercing scream. Those Garanss inhaled the bloody fog and went insane, letting out bursts of roars. Following that, the elites began to fight each other. They all went insane and lost their senses. At the same time, many Garans started biting each other.

It's as if every single person here has suddenly gone berserk. Young and old, in human form and wolf form, they're tearing at each other with feral abandon. Their eyes glow an eerie red, consumed by a violent haze that I don't understand. I scan the chaos, looking for anyone trying to run or hide, anyone who seems to be in their right mind. But there's no one. Every single person I can see has been consumed by this inexplicable madness. As I watch, frozen in horror and disbelief, it takes only a minute for the next body to drop. A young wolf, barely out of his teens, falls to the ground with his throat torn out, just like Cassius.

I was getting really impatient and angry. “It will happen when your whole existence falls under darkness…the darkness shall rule over you,over everything you know” His lips formed words, but he wasn't using words at all. It was making images appear before my eyes. Images of babies dying. Images of death. Images of people throwing babies into darkness and attacking innocent people. Images of children dying horribly in unimaginable ways. Images of someone I loved losing himself to madness and insanity. I covered my eyes with my hands just to block the vision from entering my brain, because no matter what, I didn't want to see this any longer.

She hiss excitedly and walks out into the chaos of screaming cows followed by Francesca. I stand there disoriented for a moment. The whole restaurant is drenched in the scent of bloody anxiety. I am tempted by the smell and look around the corner. Everywhere there are dead or dying bodies under shards of crockery and food scraps. I look in amazement at how the women each find themselves a human being who is still alive, and throw themselves upon them. “Come on, Lefu! You've never tasted blood like this !” Francesca buries her teeth in a victim again.

Their beauty, a stark contrast to the grotesque scene beneath them, seemed to mock the savagery of his actions. His once-human eyes now glinted with a feral intensity, a haunting glimpse into the depths of madness that consumed him. Blood splattered across his disheveled appearance, a chilling testimony to the lives he had mercilessly taken only moments ago. The metallic scent of death clung to the air, mingling with the scent of freshly disturbed earth, an unsettling reminder of the chaos he had wrought.