Feasting On The Blood Of The Insane Mga Nobela at Kwento

He didn’t consider this. Fuck!!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Some of them won’t be hungry for food… Some will crave other living beings… Some will crave blood… And some will simply crave havoc and destruction!

'He is chaos and madness. He feeds on human weakness and thrives on human sins.' – Bloodsongs. * (Zachary) Zachary Brandon had a very bad night. Nightmarish, even. It was like... he still couldn't believe that he had really seen it. His eyes burned from the lack of sleep. He rubbed his eyes with a yawn.

she whispered through gritted teeth, her voice barely more than a hiss. But the darkness was persuasive. It whispered to her, seductive and insidious, promising power and vengeance. Images flashed before her eyes – Visha's beheading, blood pooling on the ground, the terror in the eyes of those who witnessed it. Instead of feeling revulsion, she felt a sick thrill. The sight of blood excited her, and the thought of causing more chaos made her pulse race. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts. She saw flashes of violence, images of destruction, a world consumed by chaos. It was as if she were witnessing the birth of a monstrous entity, a dark reflection of her own soul.

I asked. “Yes, they do that as a way to show you that you need to feed. We don’t always feel hungry, so it’s a failsafe. If we don’t get blood on a regular basis then we get bloodthirsty and you don’t want to experience that. It’s a type of mania that can drive one to do unspeakable things. Or it could drive one mad. Trust me, doll. You need to feed, it’s already been too long.” Damien said.

he says, closing his eyes remorsefully. A sanguidae can go a lifetime without feeding on blood or consuming hearts. It won’t kill them, but they can only go so long before the blood craze kicks in. Drinking blood keeps us in our right minds, the longer we go without it the more the roots of the curse take full effect. Soon you lose all your senses and go completely mad. You become an unstoppable blood-crazed monster that can destroy an entire town in a single day or night in an attempt to satisfy the beast within. Unfortunately, I’m speaking from experience. The things I’ve done during my blood crazes will haunt me for all time.

The night stretched endlessly after the horror Timtim had witnessed. Aariz’s bloodied hands still haunted her vision. No matter how many times she blinked, she could see him ripping through men like they were nothing but paper, his eyes wild, his breaths ragged, his shirt stained with scarlet. She lay awake in the dim guest room he had forced her into, trembling beneath the sheets, unable to forget the sight. Her chest felt heavy, like chains were wrapped around her ribs, squeezing tighter every time she remembered the metallic smell of blood.

I drank her dry as I tried to fight the feeling of death. I felt Dominique pulling on our bond, and then the dam burst. I felt everything she felt. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I was suddenly in a rage and hungry. I was bloodthirsty, and I began to engorge myself with it. I grabbed everyone I could and began to drink them dry. People were screaming and trying to get out as I dropped body after body. I attacked too fast for them to get away. I vaguely heard Barnaby yelling to stop, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.

"And that's hypocritical, given that I'm perfectly fine with eating their meat." I almost laughed at that, but I did my best to hold it in. This was not the time for my foolishness. "The thing is, sucking their blood feels different." She continued. "I mean, eating is something regular people do, right? But when I have to feed on blood, I feel like a predator... a monster." Saying it like that made it easier for me to understand where she was coming from. And if I were not aware that she was going to yank my head off, I would have hugged her. So I decided to stay put and speak for where I was.

Something that only happened whenever he sensed a storm coming, whenever he perceived death and red coming, proved the weight and gravity and sadism of my words. Turning swiftly, we headed out of the woods with that iniquitous smirk plastered on my lips. The stench of blood, the sounds of chaos, the sights of decapitated and dismembered bodies and squashed brains of those people who dared to snatch her away from me was all I could see and think of and I couldn't suppress the monster in me that basked in the promise of havoc and war.

“Oh, listen to me. Talking to the walls, pacing these empty floors. No maids, no calls, no friends, no Marcus, no family. Just me and these shadows. Maybe I am mad. Maybe I have always been. But it does not matter. Because madness is not weakness. Madness is freedom. No rules. No limits. No shame. Just me. Just my rage. Just my hunger. And hunger, my dear invisible audience, hunger will always eat the world alive.” “Go on, Father. Pretend I do not exist. Give my brother your empire. Let Mother smile at him, let Alessandro kiss him, let the maids bow at his feet. But do not forget… blood remembers. And I am your blood. You can cast me out, but I will return. And when I do, you will wish you h