Feasting On The Blood Of The Insane นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chapter 6: Shadows in the Rearview I woke up tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my heart pounding like I’d just run from a hit gone wrong. The dream lingered, vivid and unwelcome—Ethan’s face, those warm hazel eyes looking up at me, his lips brushing mine in some dimly lit room that smelled like fresh paint and rain. His hands on my skin, soft and unscarred, pulling me closer while I whispered things I’d never say aloud. It was bullshit, all of it. A fantasy my mind cooked up to torture me, because in reality, touching him would be like dragging an angel into hell.

His gaze lingered on me before shifting to the ruins again. Inside the ruins, the air was still and heavy. Dust motes drifted in the fading light, settling on stone that felt older than memory. Strange markings—like the ones we’d seen on the students—were carved deep into the walls, pulsing faintly when I stepped closer. “This magic feels wrong,” I murmured, tracing one symbol without touching it. “Because it is,” Kael said, coming to stand beside me. “It feeds on blood, but not in the way we do. It takes the life beneath the blood.”

It wasn't a curse delivered by an enemy; it was a biological, cellular rot born of an unquenchable, starving madness. The chronic disease flooded the original bloodlines, short-circuiting their higher intellects, burning away their speech, their strategies, and their beautiful memories until the grand creators were reduced to the mindless, zombie-like husks that the modern world now called the Blood-born. They became slaves to a baseline, ravenous instinct to feed on anything that carried a heartbeat, buried alive beneath a mountain of starving rot.

INSANE's forehead was blue because of immense pain rushing in her head and she fiercely pushed Arika inside herself again. "Don't come. You can't handle this", INSANE's voice was shaking as her eyeballs wavered. She warned Arika who was struggling inside the body. Taking predatory steps towards Tanay who was hurt and wounded badly stared straightly through his eyes at her. After taking a deep breath, Her beastly eyes stared at her opponent. Her heart forgot to beat as her stomach churned but still, she was aware of the situation she was in. Her black orbs were too wide and filled with lust for blood and thirst for revenge.

I know that feeling well. Halen is practically foaming at the mouth with rage, and he stops on more than one occasion to feed from his unfortunate, human pet. Vincent is the current flavour of the month, I don’t see the appeal personally, he is almost as repulsive in both appearance and attitude as the man who currently dines on him, or perhaps that is the point, I doubt I will ever understand the twisted workings of my father’s mind. Blood quenches not only his thirst but also his anger. The way he feeds, by sinking his teeth into his victims neck, is unnecessarily brutal.

​The sky over The Cradle turned the color of dried blood. The Primordial was no longer content with subversion; as soon as the population’s worship reached a fever pitch, the entity initiated the harvest. ​The marble palaces began to dissolve into black dust. The false heroes, the Luminous Keeper and her armored companion, stood frozen as their reality cannibalized itself. The people who had cheered for them now screamed, their voices rising in a discordant chorus as the atmosphere began to burn away.

The moment her bare feet touched the thick rug, something inside her snapped awake, feral with hunger. Her eyes—hollow, fever-bright—locked on the low table beside the chair. A bowl of fruit sat there: apples, pears, dark purple grapes, a few figs still glistening with dew. Fresh. Ripe. Real. She lunged. Scarlett moved before thought and scrambled forward, hands shaking as she grabbed fistfuls of fruit, apple first, then pear, then grapes by the fistful. She shoved them into her mouth without pause—skin, seeds, stems, all of it—chewing with frantic, desperate speed, juice running down her chin and dripping onto the torn shift. She crammed more in, barely breathing between bites, as though af

Probably even create a new type. "How many times has he done this?" I ask, drinking a little from the glass. "Disappearing like this? What did you mean by over the edge?" "On those days when we let the darkness take over, when we go on a murderous rampage, it's not something a cozy bed and a hot bath can fix. Sinclair's Lycan has an insatiable thirst for blood. When he succumbs to it, it's a battle to reclaim his sanity. He won't come back to you until he's certain he won't tear you apart if you snuck up on him."

“Yeah, who knows.” Zeres whispered as the sensation of the blood kept driving him crazy. He needed more of it. This particular container wasn't enough to kill their urge. If they would not have more, they might practically go insane. Zeres could feel it, the madness dancing within his mind everything. Both males began to smack their lips behind Abi who led them just in front.

My head is filled with the sound of bees. I’ve heard of blood madness before. Baron and Darma discussed it often. He said it was becoming more common. I sink to the floor and look up at Aldric who is busy closing the door behind Vesper. “What is blood madness?” I ask. “Is it like…when neophytes lose control and start to drain every human in sight?” “No, that’s not the same thing. It means something went wrong when Baron tried to make your mother.” “What?”