Feeder Fantasy Novels & Stories

“What if I were able to provide you with more blood? Better blood? I can create a new system where you get more feeders sent to your kingdoms to stay for shorter intervals. Fresher blood from healthy feeders.” “What do you mean by shorter intervals?” King Basil asks. They all look intrigued. I have their attention. “Feeders don’t stay until they die. They stay a week and give you as much blood as their bodies allow in order for them to stay healthy and replenish their systems. They leave, and a new batch of feeders come to give more blood. This system ensures we can get more feeders volunteering to give blood, and there will be less bodies to be disposed of.”

Some twisted part of me wants the proof that we’re still breathing, still tangled, even as the clock bleeds out. He stands fast, yanking his sweats back up, not bothering with a shirt. The muscles across his back flex and roll like he’s about to tear the house apart board by board. He grabs the laptop, flips it open, stares at the screen like it owes him blood. “The feed’s still live,” he mutters. “Red light on the bookshelf. Spine of The Intelligent Investor. Fucking poetic.”

Helena asked, her healer’s mind seeking facts. “I don’t know. She claimed to be a messenger. From the goddess herself.” I turned to Thea. “Is that even possible?” Thea’s expression was deeply troubled. “In theory, yes. The oldest texts speak of divine agents—messengers who walk the mortal world to guide or warn. But they’re supposed to be rare. So rare that most scholars think they’re symbolic.” “Well, I just met a very real, very literal one. And she gave us a deadline.” I looked at each of them. “Six months. Has anyone ever heard of these ‘First Feeders’ outside a story?”

OK time to meet Jenny. I walked out of the dinning room. PS: I don't need to tell you everything. I knocked on Jenny's door, if you are wondering how I reached there, well, that was when you were reading the PS stuff. I'm I funny or what?, I have a lot of humor. They call me 'The Funny King' 👑 "Arrh"she screamed and I held my ears Do you know how I reached there?, well, you were busy reading my thoughts while i was talking. You are doing the same now and I am talking

"So, shouldn't we change that note to something more fitting?" "What do you want to change it to?" He slid his finger across the screen, typing slowly. I leaned in to look. On the screen, Beast was deleted. Replacing it was— [Feeder] I blinked. "Feeder?" His gaze locked on me. Deep as the ocean. "Your exclusive feeder. The only one assigned to keep you full." He lowered his head, his lips brushing my ear. Warm breath seeped in. "Full in every sense of the word."

“A feeder is a human captive kept as a continuous source of blood. The host drinks the feeder's blood regularly, never biting deeply enough or taking enough blood to turn the victim vampire. The blood is allowed to replenish itself before the vampire drinks again, giving him or her a personal, never-ending well of blood. I would think it to be a nightmarish existence, caught between the world of the living and the world of the undead.” Leesa shivered. The thought chilled her own blood.

Making full eye contact with the demon across the table from me, I formed the words, “What do I have to do?” “Get onto a boat and go somewhere no one has successfully gone in at least 80 years. You will act as an interpreter for the expedition. Upon the completion of the expedition and your arrival home it will be something that you will never be allowed to speak of to anyone. If you do a bullet to the back of your head is the best of circumstances that you could ask for in consideration of all the other things that might be done to you instead. In short, if you do your part thorough and stay quiet, we will see to it that your parents get to stay on in their new fantasyland and that you get

I flushed, a sheepish look slipping on my face as I shook her hand. Taking back her hand, she leaned in her chair and smiled softly. “Feeders Corp is an umbrella organization. What we do is simply employ humans to work as blood vessels for a master who purchases them.” She started in a calm tone, “And before you ask, we do not force any human to work with us. Humans like you and I are specially selected by the CEO himself and after the screening, you’d be bought by a master and be given sixty percent of whatever your master pays if you agree. Your consent matters to Feeders Corp.” “By specially selected, you mean you prey on vulnerable humans. Isn’t it illegal for vampires to feed on real bl

Zach asked. "Dad, are you out of your mind?" Eugene interrupted. "Mommy Zayla just had a baby! Of course, she's weak right now. You should find Joey and have her make some chicken soup for Mommy Zayla!" Before Zach could respond, Eugene snatched his phone from his hand. "Mr. Stewart, how much did my mom pay you to help her with this act?" Eugene grinned mischievously. "Me and Dad will pay you double what she did!"

I decided to believe the latter. Dr Abbie was eyeing me with almost as much apprehension as I was her. I guess she remembered my reaction to her the last time. "How are you feeling?", She asked. I gave a small shrug. "Fine." "Do you want to talk about what happened?" "No." Silence as both she and Lucas stared at me. "Okay then." She stared with some thought at the discarded IV needle without saying anything. "I've prescribed some iron pills and other supplements for Luna", she said, choosing to turn her attention to Lucas. "She's one step away from an iron deficiency and it would seem her diet is lacking."