Hot-blooded Novels & Stories

The blood in her body was like a slumbering beast waking up in shock and going berserk. Like hot, boiling water, her blood continued to seethe, releasing an endless amount of energy like an erupting volcano. A terrifying gust of murderous energy swept through the area, rumbling.

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

Alexei The walk back from the ramparts is a blur of cold, white-hot rage. My blood, which had frozen in my veins when I heard that second twang, is now boiling. It’s a low, thrumming, killing rage that has nothing to do with the thrill of a fight and everything to do with the icy terror that’s still clamped around my heart. Two bolts. Two.

Rage erupted inside me like a volcano. My jaws locked, and my fingers tightened around the short tumbler. How dare he?! In a swift violent motion, I hurled the short tumbler at him, watching it jam into his head before he could dodge it. I never miss. Satisfaction flowed in my veins like lava as blood gushed out of the spot that was hit, soiling his shirt. The marvelous sight pleased my eyes. My blood roared like wildfire as the urge to charge at him like a savage beast slammed hard into me.

Her blood tastes divine as it runs down my throat with ease, I am so lost in the euphoric feeling when the blast of whatever comes from her rips me from her neck throwing me over the cave. The enrages screeching of a voice that comes into my head as the blast of energy hits me ‘By blood be bound, by cursed hear my sound’ I cold chill runs through my body as the words are spoken. I clutch my head trying to get rid of the pain as the words are repeated over and over.

"Do you still believe you have a chance to win?" Lucas comes forward to cover me. "I don't think so." I know. Or Lov laughs. "Then let's see if you're right.." His onslaught strikes quickly. An explosion of vitality flies straight ahead. Lucas grabs me and whirls, his body protecting mine as the energy bursts all about. I ground myself, my lungs knocked out. Lucas snags. His hands flash with force, his whole body emitting pure resentment. He has participated in play. Orlov laughed. "Here it is. The actual beast dwelling within you.

My face is crimson. I feel like I'm burning, I'm so red. I see scarlet. My face is flushed. I am filled with excitement as I gaze at Gertrude's coiled body, trembling and groveling. I want her to suffer. Her tears pierce my heart, and I realize that I want to hurt her even more. Every sharp note that they make just serves to fan the flames of my inner fire. They ring in my ears. I take up an iron mace from the weapons rack, its weight firm and heavy in my hand, and my movements don't even feel like mine.

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.

Blood flow had been painfully constricted and prevented from reaching the shaft. “That son of a bitch,” she muttered, cursing Jacob for doing such a horrible, vicious thing. Her cheeks warmed when she realized what she’d done. More embarrassment slammed her when she realized how her body responded to touching him, even just to remove the offensive implement of torture. She’d been handling his cock.

Luckily it's not the one with a broken bone, otherwise I would have spoiled everything at the same time that the growing voluptuousness makes me close my fingers against the strong and tense muscles below your shorts. I just don't have my head down because my back is formed by a soft coating and irons that merge to prevent the bodies from shocking, holding heads and the trunk with comfort, because I don't have the slightest condition to deal with the chills in my spine and the somers inside my stomach. Heat is an even more delicate factor. My blood seems to bubble and crackle, almost as if I were at a boiling point. I am throbbing entirely, aware of the pulsation that arises between my legs,