Feasting On The Blood Of The Insane Novels & Stories

*** Xander's POV *** The blood-frenzy was a bottomless, suffocating black pit. I didn't know how many Rogues I had slaughtered. Five? Ten? My claws were slick with hot gore, my white fur matted and heavy. The beast inside me was roaring, completely off its leash, demanding more flesh to tear, more bones to snap. I was losing myself to the madness. I stood amidst the carnage, chest heaving, the toxic red haze of the frenzy blinding me to everything but violence. I was ready to tear the forest down to its roots.

He didn't want to see his father imprisoned like an animal. He was someone he admired and respected, and this was not something he deserved to go through. What none of these people realized was that on the outskirts of the city, many people were screaming, crying, and pleading for mercy. As Vanity went completely insane, draining every human being who had participated in this insane operation, there was a complete massacre and onslaught. Vanity wiped her mouth, which was dripping with the warm blood of the victims she had just slaughtered. She was in a bad mood for a vampire who had been starving for blood for a while because her husband couldn't let her out of his sight.

Chaos. Bones crack and sizzle all around me, those instincts to kill unravelling at the scent of their enemy. Ravenous and overcome with bloodlust, the wolves snap their jaws together with an ache in their gums I now know only too well. My heart is an allegro rhythm that palpitates deep in the furrow of my chest. There's no time to wrap my head around this horrific nightmare, or exert myself in spending a single second immersed in the confusion. I can't think, I can't think, I can't think. If I do, I

Her pale face was gaunt, almost skeletal, and her eyes glinted red in the moonlight. Freeing her hidden hands in her back earlier, she now raised an old leather book and began to chant in a strange, guttural language, "Pesta Feliulsis, Pesta Feliulsis. The stakes are high, the price is dear. Sanity, soul, all shall be laid bare, for this will be your life and death's fare. The lights dim, the shadows stir. Reveal, conceal, the difference is nil. Pesta Feliulsis, Pesta Feliulsis..."

“Do you think I want to poison you?” “Wow,” I said dispassionately. This guy is so fucking unbelievable. He stared blankly at me, keeping a calm yet chaotic-looking face. What makes him think that I would want to hurt him, even if I planned to, it wasn't now…maybe when he'd appeared to be that vicious monster I was seeing him as earlier on. “I’m an immortal. The rules of tasting food first don't sit well with me in my world. Again, I apologize if I said that wrongly.”

But that was okay, not until Danny died. Because of me. That’s what they say. Instead of reminiscing those painful memories, I decided to sleep my exhaustion away. It didn’t take me minutes to fall asleep. “You’re the reason why all of these things happened!” “You are truly bad luck!” “You don’t deserve to live!” “You’re a monster!” “She died because of you!” I woke up sweating all over and breathing heavily. Where does that came from? Why am I hearing voices? Are they real? Or it’s just a dream?

Everyone scampers, my hands unable to strike anything again. “Oh my goddess,” someone pants. “What the hell is wrong with her?” The words feel far away yet so close at the same time. “She has claws.” “Does it mean she’s been lying about being wolfless!” “Judging by the blood, it could be her first time.” “Goddess, I hope this is normal. She cut me, who knows what diseases she has.” “She cut me too.” Slowly, their words get drowned out by the roaring in my ears. My whole body feels heavy, different. I try to move my hands and feet…but I can’t.

It bestows upon me the greatest power while subjecting me to the most horrifying curse. Wherever I go, the birds and beasts fall silent, struck by terror at my horrifying appearance and the intense scent of blood that clings to me. In the dark forest, only the echo of my footsteps resounds. As my sanity dwindles, so do my vision and hearing. The path ahead becomes increasingly blurred, and I continue forward based on instinct alone. Savage vines block my way. I charge through, the broken vines hanging on me, making my form even more terrifying in the shadows of the forest. A startled bird falls at my feet, and I crush it underfoot, reveling in the sound of its body bursting, its fresh blood

delicious. a touch dense, choked with the marvellous essence of youth. This delicacy is clearly not just for conclusion the thirst, it's conjointly undoubtedly the entree for tonight. simply a couple of drops and her thirst subsided. Such high category blood definitely can not be a final meal. in keeping with evil spirit legends, once drinking one's blood for many nights, you'll be able to flip him into a servant. Isabella sank into this sweet fantasy, then was brought back to reality by a sentence.

Even the people around them didn’t notice her ephemeral incident caused by a crustacean’s natural appearance. But, Rozelyn seemed to be in trance. She cannot open her mouth nor blink her eyes. The only primal senses that worked was her sense of smell. The smell of blood flooded her nose like a tadpole drowning in an ocean. Her best friend's blood seems to drive her innate essence into madness—a predatory madness. Like a mountain lion who was about to maim a doe, Anaztasia’s blood was pretty much redolent in her entire being. It took her entire strength and patience to remain unaffected by her body’s bizarre cravings.