Hot-blooded Youth Novels & Stories

"Listen up, boys and p*ssies. I'm gonna put this out there right now. Get in my way again, and I'll have you all beaten to death. I don't care if some piece of trash loses its life tonight, okay? So come on, motherf*ckers! Come at me!" The youths' blood boiled, but their previous drive had all but died down by Hayden's new audacity. There were too many examples of common folks dying without the culprit getting any just desserts already. They were facing an arrogant trust-fund kid with an underling who fought like he did not know his own strength—who would be crazy enough to challenge that? Seeing no defiance, Hayden turned his attention back to Yelena, who shuddered. She took a step back. A

They were all vigilant. "Why does it get so hot?" Limo snarled and turned to his best friend. But the five hunters don't require any further explanation. The gnashing of fire tongues was deafening. When the wind blows, the heat increases. The Order of the Southern Alliance's five members gaped in bewilderment. A crimson and yellow flame was mingled in the palms of the young guy they underestimated. It started as merely a wave. It grew into a raging fire the size of an adult goat. In the young boy's two palms, the flames burnt severely.

Through my hazy vision, I could see Julius' silhouette wobbling violently before my eyes. "So, you have the heart to torment me to no end now, huh?" I had a feeling that Julius really wanted to kill me on this bed. After going through the first round with him, I no longer wanted to go through the second round. Julius had long eyelashes. When he lowered his gaze, I couldn't see the emotions in his eyes. He replied stoically, "Yeah. I have the heart to do it now." Bitterness surged into my heart. I could feel tears pooling in my eyes, but I refused to yield to Julius.

My heart pounded as adrenaline sharpened every sense: the smell of iron, the whisper of the wind, the faint crackle beneath my feet, like the earth itself was acknowledging the bloodline within me. I was no longer just fighting to survive; I was becoming something older, something fierce. My grandmother’s visions whispered in the back of my mind—fire, blood, and a girl who would rise amidst chaos. The images fueled me, every movement instinctive, every breath measured, every strike deliberate.

I shot my hot load into her ass,but she kept bouncing and slapping her clit. 'You're mine now, little intern. Next shift, same thing.'

I was not just a student; I was a weapon forged to maintain a legacy. "Taking orders already?" Dante asked from across the room, leaning against his bedframe with a mocking smirk. "Let me guess. Your father told you to crush the enemy and steal the glory." "My father expects excellence," I stated, turning my chair to face him. "Something your family clearly struggles with." Dante took a quick step forward, his arrogant smile vanishing instantly. "You really want to start a war right now, Kade? Because I guarantee you will not win."

🖱️Victor🖱️ My blood was boiling. Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Literally. I could feel it crawling under my skin, thick and hot, like it wanted out. Like it wanted violence. Like it wanted blood so badly my fangs ached even when my mouth was closed. Every breath felt wrong. Every heartbeat felt like an insult. That pathetic human did this to me. Jayden. That fragile little creature with sharp eyes and too much audacity was the reason I had been cockblocked, humiliated, and left craving blood like a starving animal.

"Deal. The name of the organization after you is known as Core. They hunt and kill demons and capture the ones they deem useful. Their main objective is to put themselves on the top of the world organization center, or the WOC. They see you as a prize. You, the only one to survive birth into the half demon half human stage. Many previous to you died as soon as they were born. Their human half too weak to hold the demon half bay. Many are just born as humans, and no matter what experiments we have done they won't change. Even blood transfusion doesn't work. But they also see you as an abomination to both races. They learned of your existence by chance. They simply saw you protecting your comp

My fingers are ice-cold, a stark, sickening contrast to the burning heat radiating from him. I try to yank my hand back, my instincts screaming at me to preserve the sanctuary of my hate, but his grip is absolute. He isn't just holding me; he’s shackling us together. Shared Heat. The term from the archives flashes in my mind like a warning light. It’s not a romantic bond; it’s a survival mechanism. Two souls acting as a single grounding wire for a power that shouldn't exist in a four-year-old boy. "Mommy! Mommy, it’s too hot! Make it stop!"

I will never ever play with death ever again Shall we begin? I PREPARE FOR THE NOBLE WAR, I’M CALM. I KNOW THE SECRET. I KNOW WHAT’S COMING AND I KNOW NO ONE CAN STOP ME, INCLUDING MYSELF. I KILL PEOPLE I LIKE. SOME OF THEM BEG FOR THEIR LIFE. I DON’T FEEL SAD. I DON’T FEEL ANYTHING. IT’S A FILTHY WORLD WE LIVE IN. IT’S A FILTHY GODDAMN HELPLESS WORLD, AND HONESTLY, I FEEL I’M HELPING TO TAKE THEM AWAY FROM THE SHIT AND THE PISS AND THE VOMIT THAT RUN IN THE STREETS. I’M HELPING TO TAKE THEM SOMEWHERE CLEAN, AND KIND. AND THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT ALL THAT BLOOD, MAN I DROWN IN IT AND INDIANS BELIEVED THAT BLOOD HOLDS ALL THE BAD SPIRITS. AND ONCE A MONTH IN CEREMONIES THEY WOULD CUT THEMSELVE