Hot-blooded Novels & Stories

He cried loudly. “That's just the beginning, I'll break your bones and fix them back. Just so you know how much I despise people taking much of my time. Now, I'll put you down and you will tell me what I need to know, not only the name of your Alpha but also his whereabouts, understand?” “Put me down!” He said in a commanding tune. “You have quite the temper, fucking hot-blooded. How about I make it boil more?” And just as I asked, I steamed up the blood running from his veins to heart in a slowly increasing order. He wailed pains of the scorching heat he felt from the insides. I could see him sweat pouring out of his pours profusely.

The taste of blood filled her mouth, the coppery tang fueling the primal fury that burned within her. The battlefield descended into chaos. Wolves clashed in a violent dance of teeth and claws, their growls and yelps creating a cacophony of sound that echoed through the valley. Hana fought with a ferocity that matched the rage in her heart, her movements a blur as she tore through the enemy ranks. Each time she brought one down, another took its place, but she didn’t falter. She couldn’t.

I pop the bottle open and take a mouthful, forcing the nausea down. The taste is vile—bitter and acrid, like spoiled chemicals—and I fight the urge to spit it out across the room. My face contorts as the liquid burns down my throat, igniting a fire in my chest that spreads like lightning through my veins.

The duo huddled together for warmth in the cosy sofa. Miriam was quite tipsy from the shots of whisky and cigarettes as she curled up in Ben's arms. She felt a rage of emotional turbulence brewing within her while she struggled to free herself from the impact of the day's mix of events. Slowly, she removed herself from Ben's arms and staggered to her feet--still feeling the impact of alcohol. Ben followed suit hoping to steady her as she made to move away from the sofa. He grabbed her hips from behind and pressed his body against hers.

They radiated a heavy, aggressive pressure that made the air feel thick and suffocating. Deep inside my chest, that familiar, white-hot heat flared up immediately. My hidden royal magic woke up, reacting violently to the close, threatening proximity of the noble Alpha guards. The internal fire rushed up my throat, thick, hot, and burning. A heavy pool of hot copper blood flooded my tongue, threatening to spill past my lips.

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock

Rena's life force enveloped her like a wild fire. "Back in the days, I used to think Badbloods are evil" she continued. "Now I realized, it is because we gave them reasons to think of us that we are. The humans hate us and then we hate them in return. Look what all of us got of our hatred towards each other, a world where no one is safe. A broken world"

"What a terrible vigor! It's a great tonic for our demon clan, but it's so strong that it may backfire!" The vigor condensed into a fierce beast, which completely integrated the fierceness, cruelty, despair, and a lot of blood. Such a scene could never be condensed unless it was a fierce battle!

My veins feel like they have lava pumping through them instead of blood. Within minutes, sweat is pouring from every pore in my skin. My hair becomes damp, and I begin to pant heavily. I throw the blanket off me, and ram my back against the cold cinder block wall, not caring about the pain. The cold from it is helping, even if only slightly. My mind is spinning into overdrive from the intense feeling of the fire that is now consuming every inch of me. I wish that Leia could help me heal from whatever is happening. Could it be from the Wolvsbane or the silver? Have I had too much injected into me at this point? What else could it be? I just feel so hot. Suddenly, the realization hits me. I am

MONIQUE There was a raging fire in my mind—a violent battle between reason and raw desire. My body screamed louder than my thoughts, overwhelming any sense of logic or restraint. Every nerve burned under the weight of his touch, and it was like I was losing control, inch by inch. My blood felt like molten lava, heating me from the inside out, boiling me alive—body and soul, both unraveling with each second. His lips were hotter than I remembered, firmer, demanding more from me than I was prepared to give. The taste of him was intoxicating—sharp and wild, a mixture of danger and something I couldn't name but desperately craved.