Hot-blooded Youth Novels & Stories

Kevin raised his hand, and looked at his radial artery, "Yes. This disgusting fact... Every time I remember it, I always want to scratch this wrist and spit out the blood I have." "Don't you always do that? Hurt your wrist, until all the blood in your body comes out. But sadly it never worked," said Rena, making Pine flabbergasted "What...? What are they talking about!?" thought Pine. "Because it's not just about blood. Your whole body is a fact that you can't deny," continued Rena. #to be continued in Chapter 26.1 - We WIll Be Fine

knew the legends, and won't stand a chance before them, the three stood with swords drew, they were sure angry now, the youths stopped and were still angry, and the two archers came through and they were seen for the first time, the two looked like they were twins, they were bold and tall, and their voices loud and clear as they spoke backing the Luku, Aro and Opolopo, " this is where we stand, a place where you shall no more be called youths but men an women, your stand today define what you stand for, it shall be written in historical books, that today the pretender evil heroes came out and defend a killer, and killed for her, let their magics destroy us now and they shall soon rule thems

Something about his pain still pierced through. “Everyone here during that time... was killed. Except Marigold and me. Francoise managed to escape, but I don’t know what became of him. Marigold and I stayed in this hotel during the killings. The thinkers—the killers—called themselves the Young Bloods. They couldn’t kill me because they needed the realm transferred to their teacher, who they called Master. They wanted to steal the realm.

Red, the color of violence, rage, war, blood, the hue that defines passion, love, tenderness, lust astonished but sustains Brian McCoy’s personality splendidly, although I grant him more like a grey or black color guy, just like his disguises and cold behavior he carries all his life.

Qin Menghui asked in hostility as he kept his map into his storage ring. Feeling that something was off, the scholar youth slowly looked at himself and saw the fire burning at his neck. No, It’s actually burned on his blood, like his blood as fuel for the fire to burn it. The blood from the youth's neck was burning like oil, the black blood began to seep out of the deep wound on his neck adding more fuel to the burning flame. The youth touches his blood before letting out a mad laugh while touching his head. “Ah HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! AAAAAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!”

And soon we were on our way to the Albanian's turf, I don't know what my cousin was looking for here when we had tons of clubs in our city. When I was young I wasn't that foolish, I was beaten to a pulp if I made a tiny mistake and my mother would sometimes starve me for days. At the age of nineteen, I knew the world wasn't as it seems, there was the good, the bad, the wicked, and the clueless. Each possesses a role in our fucked up society, the good are usually the ones to die first, and the bad thinks he is invincible until he meets the wicked. The clueless are the sheltered ones, they don't understand because they are fiercely protected.

Millie POV Hot, red rage. That’s what’s coursing through my veins when I watch those sluts throw themselves at Maxim like they are starving and he is a juicy steak. “Buttcrack. BUTTCRACK!”. I whisper-yell at Ath, clutching her hand tightly. “Can you not like, burn them or something?”. Ath looks at me worriedly, while I hear 2 chuckles coming from her mates. My temper flares, and I shoot them a murderous glare. I wasn’t joking. Not really.

Her heart began to pound in her chest as her palms began to sweat. The person in front of her smirked as blood ran down from her nose and her busted lip. In her hand clenched an open lighter as Ashley raised her hands in surrender, "Tatiana, what are you doing?" Ashley asked as Tatiana laughed, "What does it look like I'm doing, I'm sending us both to hell," she said glancing at the lighted fire in her hand, "I don't see the reason for staying here, and I know I'm going to hell, so why not bring you with me," she said with a smirk on her face as Ashley shook her head. "I remembered my exact words being, Ashley, if you play with fire, you'll get burned, you'll burn really bad,"

Blood rushes through my veins, adrenaline and fury feeding the urge to kill. Mustering all my anger, and the instinct to protect the young girl, I move quickly towards one of the rogues approaching me and slash his stomach wipe open. My hands half shifted, I stomp down on his foot crushing the bone, my claws butchering his throat wide open in half a second flat.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest as the heat threatened to consume him. Internally, his energy churned violently, like a raging inferno. He felt as if his very soul was being forged in the fires of hell. The pain was excruciating, but amidst the agony, he sensed a growing power. His energy began to adapt, merging with the fiery essence, becoming one with the Hellfire technique.