It Hungers For Blood Novels & Stories

He howls in agony. I bite down harder. I taste his blood. It is so sweet. It is so delicious. I close my eyes. I feel his blood run down my jaws and onto my chest. I am so hungry for it. I want to drink every last taste. To consume him completely. The other bikers are shouting. I can hear the revving of their motorcycles. I hear the roar of their bikes as they jump back on them and speed away. I let go off the man's leg.

Today, for the first time in my life, I find myself craving blood. I only tasted blood once yesterday, is this really how my life is going to be? Constantly craving it and feeing like a monster because it feels like I need it? Did this happen because I got my first real taste of it yesterday or is it just something that occurred because I’m not 18? My stomach lets out a loud grumble and it snaps me out of my thoughts. Okay, so, I’m craving real food too. Surely, that’s a good sign. It must be daytime by now so the vampires are probably asleep by now… right? Like, wouldn’t they be nocturnal? If they’re asleep then it would give me an opportunity to roam around my new home and potentially figu

I just stood there, letting it soak through, hoping it would cool the burning feeling inside me. Bloodlust. It wasn't just hunger. Not the simple craving for sustenance. No. Something about her, about her scent, made everything much worse. It was a dark hunger that curled low in the gut and whispered terrible things. The kind that made the sound of her heartbeat feel too loud in the next room and made her scent unbearable in all the wrong ways. The kind that left my fangs pressed tight against my gums. Hell, I didn’t even want to look at her too long right now. That’s how dangerous this was.

“Yes?” “You look different.” “Oh, yeah.” I turn to the mirror, but I know what he’s seeing. Rosy cheeks. Blown-up pupils with a thin lilac rim. Lips stained with red. “It’s a thing.” “A thing.” “Heat and blood, you know?” “I don’t.” I shrug. “We get blood-hungry when we’re hot, and we get hot after we feed. It won’t last long.” He clears his throat. “What else does it entail?”

AYRA I was starving. I needed something to quench the hunger in my system. Only that 'something' wasn't food. No. I craved blood instead. Blood. Blood. That wasn't right. No sane person should crave blood, but here I was, fucking eager to sink my fangs into someone and have my drink of blood to abate my hunger. From a distance, the rich scent of blood filled my nostrils. I could hear the thumping of a pulse calling out to me, mocking my hunger.

He trailed off. "Why?" "I couldn't live off on feeding on animals. It just didn't seem to be enough. The hunger only grew from there and it kept on growing until this one day, during a fight, someone was terribly injured and his blood was all over the place. I tried to stop myself but I couldn't-I tasted him, his blood and it strengthened me." The gloom disappeared from his eyes and I took a step back when I found hunger replacing the sadness within them. "So...you feed on blood...of people?" I mumbled.

"You need to fight this, please." I nodded, my throat constricted with the weight of my inner turmoil. I could feel my control slipping, my thoughts consumed by the consuming thirst for blood. My eyes, once a piercing shade of gray, transformed into a deep, unsettling black. The hunger within me grew stronger with each passing second, my primal instincts threatening to overpower my every rational thought.

Lucian: Blood calls louder than the control tonight. The moon hangs low and swollen, a lantern of bone behind black clouds. Its light spills silver across the forest floor, sharpening every root and stone until the world looks carved from knives. I slip between the trees like smoke, boots soundless on damp earth, hunger curling hot and angry through my veins. It’s been too long since I’ve fed. Not in the casual way the others indulge, a polite sip from willing veins, from chalices filled from the reserve in the cellar. No—my hunger is older, uglier. It whispers in a voice that belongs to grave soil and forgotten gods. It tells me to take.

Chapter 1 Thirst clawed at her throat while her stilettos clicked a steady thrum against the pavement. The hunger for blood had been building within her core for days, and Cybill needed to feed on flesh more than she needed air to breathe. Her warm hazel eyes were rimmed with crimson…it was time.

I didn't bother trying to make new friends, knowing I'd probably just end up biting them too. An insatiable thirst for blood coursed through me, like an unquenchable fire. Every night, the once peaceful town of Grey Valley bore witness to my gruesome deeds as I stalked the shadows, hunting for my next victim. I became the town's worst terror, leaving behind shattered families, wounded children, and lifeless couples. My aching fangs yearned to pierce living, breathing people, to savor the warm life essence pulsing through their veins.