Feasting On The Blood Of The Insane Novels & Stories

I fought the raging demons in my mind as I watched the crowd scramble out of the grand hall, practically tripping over themselves to escape my wrath. “My King,” Alex, my Beta, spoke quietly from my right side. “Are you alright?” “I…” I let out a loud, animalistic groan, my claws extending. “I’m losing it, Alex. The fever is back.” “But sire, you just drank the tribute’s blood,” he said, his brow furrowing. “It wasn’t enough!” I growled, driving my claws straight into the skin of my chest, drawing my own dark blood just to ground myself against the madness. I was doing everything in my power to keep the monster chained.

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

The house was too quiet when Ava rose from her seat near the fire. The embers crackled softly, the only sound in the grand hall. Pale moonlight bled through the stained-glass windows, casting red and violet patterns across the cold stone floor. She pulled her cloak over her shoulders, the fabric whispering as it slid across her skin. She needed air. A hunt. Something to sink her teeth into—literally. Her veins itched with hunger, and the stored blood in the cellar tasted like metal and regret.

Hah! Right behind them, my soul was so shattered I could barely stay upright. He knew all along. He chose to abandon me in that villa. I learned that my heart could still ache, even after death. Daniel's face drained of all color. He clenched his fists, trying to hold himself back. Just then, his eyes became bloodshot with insanity as he lunged forward and grabbed her by the neck.

I should've let her fall just like before. But I couldn't let her fall, not after witnessing her suffering from her trauma. I caught her, and the worst part of it was when I brought her home. I gave her a piggyback ride. I... Logan Hellfire, known as Bloodbath, fucking carried a girl on his back. The me I knew would've left her there, caring less if people stepped on her or if rain unleashed its anger on her. This was madness. Total madness. I have always known I am insane... a mad person even. But this madness with Papillon is of an upper first class.

It gave him a huffing noise and clapped its teeth as if telling him how agitated and nervous it was upon tasting his blood, then roared at him with tremendous, deafening sounds in front of his face. Sage smelled its breath, and he now realised how it was rancid. "Fuck it, you smell like a dead, rotten rat, my boy. But take that blood of mine, taste it, and savour it." He murmured and stepped back with a knowing look. Sage knew his blood would help get the feral beast out of Tomas's mind. All he needed to do was wait and buy some time.

The merriment of the festival was cruel in its mockery, and a reminder to me of the blood that was to be spilled. And so as the night went on, feast after feast spread out, platters of roasted venison, yams and fresh bread passed along fires. They sang up songs, and gave out stories, but I could not eat, for my mind was on what was going down at night. There was going through nbd blood spilled. Solana’s eyes caught mine from across the flames, her nod an unspoken anchor. The moon rose higher, and eventually the merrymaking wound down, packs breaking up to return to cabins with full bellies and tired grins.

It made me wonder if this was in correlation to my bloodline awakening, as if the power in my veins was feeding the madness. The voices this time were even more murdersome and vicious. They weren't just whispers anymore; they were screams that demanded blood and fire. They were purely evil, and visions of destruction filled my head whenever I closed my eyes. I saw the fortress crumbling and the woods burning, and I saw myself standing in the middle of it all with blue fire on my hands. It took everything for my sanity to still remain, and I spent most of my time in the library, trying to bury my thoughts in old, dusty books that had nothing to do with wolves or curses.

“My hunger partially quenched, I began to realize the depth of my situation. I had heard campfire talk of creatures that roamed the night, immortals that survived on human blood. I raged in anger and ran further from the camp. I might not be able to reach Valhalla, but I would not deprive another soldier of his glory. I learned to sleep during the day, hidden away under fallen brush where the scalding sun could not torture me. At night, I would hunt to fill my belly, but the want of human blood was driving me towards madness. “I lost all interest in the war my brethren fought. The only thing I craved was blood. The lack of it drove me to the brink of insanity. As soon as I feasted, I

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he