Grimm Blutbad Novels & Stories

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

Just the storm outside and the low growl of a blacked-out SUV idling at the emergency entrance. Rain lashed the windows as we climbed the coast road. The university gates appeared through the downpour—wrought iron twisted into roses and bats, glowing faintly crimson against the black cliffs. Beyond them, BludHeaven rose like a cathedral someone had carved out of midnight: spires, arched windows, stone walls that looked old enough to remember when vampires still ruled the night unchallenged. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Welcome to BludHeaven, Nico Black. Try not to die on the first night. The queens hate when their new toys break too soon.”

she said softly as if she was crushed, defeated, and finally giving up the fight. Silver looked conflicted as he fought to make up his mind. He leaned towards her, the scent of her blood changing his eye color. Unable to resist, he doesn't think long before he bit into her neck and started gulping down her blood. His fangs in her veins hurt. 'Bloody bastard' she thought as the tip of her finger grasped at her dagger, she pulled it out swiftly while he was delirious with the taste of her blood and stabbed him through his chest. He jerked back as he let out a gasp of shock then he glanced down at the Aspen dagger sticking into his very soul. Fatimah pulled out the dagger, relishing in the spra

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

Grim muttered. Emily scoffed and curled her arms over her chest. She chose to not open her mouth again. Grim was a man hard to talk things out. “Drink my blood and your father will live again.” He disappeared out of her sight and reappeared in front of her. Grim elevated his hand to his face and bit down on his wrist. Blood trickled out of his skin and he brought his arm low then let it near her face. Convinced, Emily grasped on his forearm and sucked the blood out of his wrist. She sucked every blood she can consume and slowly, her vision dimmed. Her heart raced and pounded hard against her chest and her body fell limp on the ground.

"She said he was a monster. But that he could also... he could also be good. Sometimes." Elena thought about Dante. About how he had killed Salvatore. About how he had cried afterward. "People aren't just one thing," she said. "There are many of us. Sometimes contradictory." Carla nodded. "Like me. Daughter of a murderer. I want to be good." "You can be." "Do you think so?" Elena stared at her. "I know." A week later The box appeared. Carla had hidden it at the train station, in a locker like Vieri, like so many others. When they opened it, they found blood-curdling documents.

Nibbling and grazing the golden neck. "Then.. Don’t. Now that I can’t, but if I could I would love to die in your arms" . Callum said, losing himself in Stephen’s arms. The moon was at its peak. Full Blue moon like Stephen eyes that had turned red. He placed his lips on the pulsing vein before barring his teeth. Callum felt a sting and then all he could feel was a frenzy, a euphoria. He now knew why Stephen felt excited offering him his blood.

Dead bodies lay scattered about, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles. Gracko stood in the center of the room, his clothes soaked in blood, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for my brother's handiwork. He had done a nearly perfect job, but not quite. One of the vampires was still alive, crawling feebly across the floor with only one arm and leg. The others had been severed, leaving him a mangled, helpless thing.

This time, Grim flew backwards, landing on some scattered concrete. “Just… die…” I growled as my wolf came out. She didn’t want to just rip his heart out. She wanted him to suffer. Stepping on his leg, the snap was louder than any growl in this valley. Grim started to growl, but she picked up his face and smashed it into the concrete. Again and again, she grabbed his hair and kept smashing it in until he wasn’t moving. Finally, she grabbed what little was left of his head and snapped his neck for good measure. “DEMI!” Luca grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at him.

When you whiteness the oxygen leave their lungs and realize there's no turning back is when all the blitz, fear, excitement, glory, and gore rushes through your body all at once creating an amazing feeling. Having someone else's blood on my hands is the best stress reliever out there. Right after I fuck someone, I make them feel like a dirty used up whore before I watch them take their last breath. And the greatest thing about it is, the cops will never find me or my crew, were anonymous. 3hours later. I sat outside Merlina's house back in California contemplating on what I should do. I came here with a plan on how I was gonna kill Mrs. Kathy but something just wouldn't let me go through wit