Grimm Blutbad Novels & Stories

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

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

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.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

My eyes went up, and I saw someone lying on the floor while another person was drinking their blood. I gasped, and the figure turned around. “Tarr!” I shouted, seeing his eyes glowing crimson under the moonlight. Instead of his canines, there was a set of fangs jutting out of his lips, their tips coated with blood. The blood of Grace. It was the head maid Grace’s body that was lying on the floor.

He crumples to the floor, a guttural scream dying in his throat. Another man charges, a silver blade glinting in his hand. I can smell the metal, could sense its danger. Wolf killer. Bloodhound. With a swift motion, I knock the blade from his grasp, the sound of clattering metal echoing in the room. His eyes widen in disbelief as I pin him to the ground, my jaws closing around his throat. Blood. Glorious, glorious blood. The taste of his fear is intoxicating as his struggles grow weaker and weaker, the rest of them watching in frozen horror as his life force drains.

"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.

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