Feasting On The Blood Of The Insane Novels & Stories

It is a never-ending quest that demands my total commitment. The scent of blood in my home has become too strong for me to bear. Everything within the walls of the casino reaks of death and destruction, and it makes me sick. The persistent need to feed scratches at my throat like razor blades. Unfortunately, my brothers have been doing more than enough killing for all of us, and I want no part in bringing the city to its knees. I have been stealing blood from the local hospital. Not enough for someone to notice, but it eases my thirst, barely. Which is why I have left the sanctuary of my study tonight, to get more blood.

“Absolutely fucking not. There’s no way in hell that my pregnant mate will get anywhere near bloodthirsty vampires in the middle of a feeding frenzy.” Blood frenzies were essentially blood orgies. Sex and feeding went hand in hand in feeding rooms. They get so hopped up on the high of adrenaline, blood, and sex so much so that it resembled a shark feeding frenzy. It was not a pleasant concept to imagine and probably even harder to witness. I leveled my mate with my patented look that I always aimed at dickheads and douchewads. It always loudly broadcasted my irritation and anger. He flinched minutely, but I still saw it.

If I would die, I would not die in vain. I felt my darkness roar inside of me and I let it blaze. Suddenly I was met with red, bodies lying on the floor all around in blood. I could hear Stern calling for me with my head picking up and seeing the wolves running my way. They were an army, the army of the insane. Their eyes were red, determined, with the front raw made of the largest of them all. They ran faster and I moved faster too, sure to collide. I don’t know what I was was thinking, did not know if I was thinking at all but what I knew at that second, what I knew at that very second was that I wanted them dead. I wanted them all dead.

He drops like a ragdoll, his blood poolin' at my feet. The bodies pile up, each kill more savage, more brutal than the last. I can feel the insanity coursin' through me, the need to destroy, to tear everythin' apart. The house is soaked in blood now, my hands slick with it, but I don’t care. The world is spinnin', my heart racing, and I love it. I find the last man in a bedroom, hidin' under a bed like a coward. I drag him out, his screams muffled by the blood in his throat, and I laugh. This is what ya deserve. With one final twist of the knife, he’s gone.

"Look at your son, Felix. He should have been the successor of the Blackrock pack, but he'll die in this place because of you." "You… evil… witch… Wendy," Felix hissed, squeezing the words out. I smiled, treating his insult as a compliment. "Alright. Family reunion's over. It's time for us to go home." Felix turned his head back as we left. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he kept his eyes glued to Faith and the pup. Although Faith was mentally unstable, she also seemed to realize that something had happened. She stood rooted to the spot as she stared at Felix and cradled the pup in her arms.

The color of his eyes was clear blue like crystal but they kept changing, sometimes to reddish-brown and yellowish-black, as the case may be. He turned around to look at the two dead bodies - the old woman's body laying on top of the girl's body. Damian felt great sorrow and pity. Mother and daughter, dead on the same day, and he couldn't help but feel responsible for that. He made an attempt to lift the dead woman off the girl's body, using the amount of force he thought would be necessary, but he found the woman weightless - way too light, like her body was made out of feathers. Had she suddenly become weightless, or had he become way too strong? He contemplated but just then, like a great

She panicked and dashed towards the door and opened it. She was strucked by the turmoil of terror outside. Everyone was running and crying as the grasses grow violently and wrapped them on the ground. There were large wolves cornering people. Some lay on the ground, unconscious and a girl with a red auburn hair blew out pink fumes from her mouth, knocking everyone out. There were arrows flying in the air like birds and hitting people. There were also rocks flying around, knocking people out. There were humans with wings flying above like huge birds and they were hauling people to the sky and dropping them to the ground. They were laughing as the people around them were wailing. Serra just st

I looked at him like he had lost his mind, what the hell were these men thinking, "Are you insane?" I asked as I began to get furious, "Am not insane Bitch, its either you make out with him or with me and believe me once I have a little taste of you, I might not be able to stop myself" he looked at me lustful causing me to experience fear and panic, How could they ask me to do that just for some food, this was insane and no matter how hungry I was, I couldn't bring myself to do what they said,

He aggressively fell entirely forward onto the sharp, freezing dirt, actively choking on a massive, terrifying stream of hot, dark blood and acidic bile that violently pooled completely inside the heavy iron cage. He was actively, completely suffocating entirely on his own ruined life force. The putrid, deeply toxic stench of the raw sewage sludge violently filling the freezing cellar actively mixed completely with the thick, metallic tang of his own dark blood. The catastrophic, toxic fever violently spiked again, aggressively pushing his entirely exhausted brain completely into a deeply lethal, terrifying delirium. He violently hallucinated the bright, blinding lights of the Bombay Stock E

The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left