Feasting On The Blood Of The Insane Novels & Stories

I'm slowly drifting off the edge of whatever grip I'm holding unto. I'm suffocating, from his sweet scent. I'm thirsty, thirsty for his blood. Manny once said I would go crazy for the blood of sire, but as I stood staring at the smug on his well-structured lips which is a facade for his evil intent, I was beginning to doubt that. If anything, he had filled the space of my craziness with extreme fear. So yes, I'm fucking far from being crazy

In addition, he was the rumored insane alpha prince. He was known to be the only full-blooded alpha with a strange, unhinged behavior nobody knew and understood the origin of. Rumors said that during Blood Moon, he would visit enemy camps at night and kill their warriors, eating their flesh and drinking their blood, like a real beast with no sanity left in him. His eyes would turn deep red whenever he was elated from a newfound toy, glowing whenever he watched people suffering and screaming in pain before him as he tortured them until they broke.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

His sense of direction was no longer working even when he knew the set-up of the booth at the back of his head. When they finally got into a specific room, Sane knew that that room was the scariest of them all. There were body bags that were hung on the ceilings, and there was even a realistic stench that was lingering in the air, as if there were really some decaying bodies inside those body bags. The bags even seemed to wrap themselves around his face even when he was already trying so hard not to touch them. A slow-flickering strobe light hung from the ceiling. It seemed to only turn on once per second, and everything went black in between. When the lights turned on once again, there were

I already know that she's peppered with them all over her body. "So everyone will obviously know before lunch." I say my hands brushing up her arms. She flinches slightly at the contact. "Give me a good reason not to kill that son of a bitch." It's a growl and she shifts uncomfortably and I sit up so my eyes are level with hers. They're completely green now her wolf retreated for now. "I've got it handled." She says quietly no longer looking in my eyes. "It only happens when he drinks too much but doesn't pass out. I was also late getting home yesterday so-"

His eyes moved toward the door and he could see two black-suited men, pulling a man tied with chains, toward him. The man was foaming at the mouth, as he tried to bite at the suited men, with red eyes and extremely long canines. He looked like a mad animal that needed nothing but to kill and take a taste of blood. His hair was ruffled and it looked unkempt. Every sense of rationality was nowhere to be found in him, as he behaved like a rabid beast. Even the suited men, struggled to pull him while gritting their teeth in anger and frustration.

War , murder and bloodshed fed my darkness and the beast within me rejoiced with the c*rnage that I left behind. Over the years I have become more brutal, more unstable, more evil and more beast than man. I was becoming a monster, sinking into the darkness and embracing my darkness. To be fair I had always had the evil within me but it was always tamed. Now I was losing control and sinking into a form of insanity fueled by bloodlust and complete darkness. I could just see it in the way my pack members looked at me , they were more than scared of me . They feared me and we’re completely on edge around me. My betas were all overworked and fearing for their lives , especially after I killed one

lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps? lets set fire to the town, perhaps? im tired of pretending to be your precious child, perfect student, "the innocent one" i want to paint obscene material in your blood (in the name of art, of course) @god do you ever feel unreal? are you even real? am i? no i have to be real, I can feel the blood dripping down my arm, the bones cracking in my spine im real. im real. im real. everything hurts!!!!! **** i cant wait to rip you all to shreds !!!!!!

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

Giselle sighs, massaging her temples. There's no other way she could survive this, so she shuts her textbook, organized her writing materials inside her pencil cases, and placed it all inside her bag. Giselle pulled her iced coffee and started sipping on it. She runs her finger on the leaked water from her cold cup. "No, I don't believe in them. We're no longer twelve," Giselle ridicules, rolling her eyes in absurdity. Her eyes trailed to her surroundings while Yvonne began to tackle more about bloodsucking demons until Giselle found something that caught her attention. Mr. Mercado placed newly made tiramisu crepe cake, the ones that she loves.