It Hungers For Blood Novels & Stories

She didn't need to know the gory details. "But he needs to eat too." Cammy's small voice whispered into the darkened jail cell. Her words rendered me speechless. The fucking demon-leech piece of shit needed to eat too-?!! "It feeds on humans, Cameron." I spoke slowly, making sure my innocent little mate understood every word. "Drinks their blood until it's sucked the life out of them. They're fucking murderers Cameron. Don't pity the thing. It's not a man." "Was he...um, cruel to the um,...human?"

Sebastian was long gone, drowned in the depths of his hidden hunger for her blood. It was her blood, right from the very first, the very first moment he smelt that dark red liquid, the very first moment he yearned to taste it; it was hers. She was right. He fed on all sorts of blood but he was never satisfied and he had to fight the desire, the yearning for what he truly craved because it was far out of his reach. He would never do that to her.

It's how annoying I halted once she began begging for mercy. I want to keep going. I want to go ahead and burn her off the surface of this world, but I see myself doing the exact opposite. At first I was moved to snap her throat, but when I felt her alive vein throb, that whole idea died out. She felt more alive than anyone could ever be. I saw the hunger in her eyes. The hunger for will blood. Her sire's blood. My blood. I was a step away from slitting my wrist open to feed her.

She tilted her neck to the side, inviting him, and she felt him tense. "Lucy..." There was a raw hunger in his voice as he called her name. "You are a vampire. It's in your nature to crave blood. Don't fight it." She even chuckled a little, wanting to ease him into drinking from her. "You know that I would never mind." "That's the problem. Even if I am hurting you, you will not mind. You will not even realize." "You can never hurt me." She said, with her head still tilted, tempting him. She then began to rock her hips against him again, arousing and hardening him again, amplifying his cravings.

I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop. “What has befall of you, my son...? What has the devil bestowed on you? No, you are no longer my son! You are a monster!” My father cried as he tried to straighten his bruised body from the hard fall. I stared at him and then at my lifeless mother in horror as my thirst was finally quenched. I moved away only to be terrified yet again to see my horrendous appearance in the mirror that was hanging on the wall, facing me. My skin was as pale as the ghost, my eyes were bloodshot, and I could see fangs extended from my upper lip with fresh blood dripping on my mouth. ====####====

Dominic asked him. Hudson groaned and turned away from them. Ethan chuckled as they all cracked smiles and Cooper shoved his hands in his pockets. “First thoughts were that Gage killed the motherfucker,” Cooper said. “Exactly. I don’t need my brothers at war with each other. Gage didn’t do it and neither did I, but someone carved him up like a fucking Thanksgiving turkey,” Dominic said. “I bet his blood spurted everywhere,” Ethan said as he looked at Hudson. Dominic chuckled as Hudson groaned. “A river of fucking blood and guts. I’ve heard that intestines are slippery as fuck.”

he says, and then I see it. The knife. My blood runs cold. “No,” I whisper. He lunges forward. Pain explodes through my arm. A sharp, tearing pain that steals the air from my lungs. I scream. It burns. It burns so badly I can barely think. Warmth spreads down my skin. Blood. My blood. I try to pull away, but my strength is fading too fast. The room spins. The man tightens his grip again, dragging me toward the door. “Move,” he orders.

We've been wandering ever since… "Bro, please save us! Dad's not going to make it, and I'm starving, too! You're rich now. Just a little from you would be enough for us to live!" As he cried, he reached out with his filthy hands, trying to grab my pant leg. My dad staggered over as well, still clutching that dirty rag. "Chester… I was wrong… I know it now… I'm your father. Please, just give me something to eat…"

Her nails dug into her palms, aching like they wanted to sharpen, and she clenched her fists, scared of what they might become. Liam’s howl still haunted her, a forbidden ache that tore at her heart. Kane’s words—I’d burn it all down for you—lingered like a fire she couldn’t extinguish. And Mira’s texts (I need you), piling up on her phone, felt like a warm tether and a trap all at once. The prophecy’s words—Born of man and moon—churned in her mind, making her feel like a stranger in her own skin. She hadn’t slept, her dreams a tangle of silver eyes, crimson gazes, and Mira’s gold-flecked stare.

"In what way?" "The hunger is the first thing that defines you," Lucian said, his silver-dark eyes reflecting the dancing orange flames of the hearth. "It is not a simple craving. It is an all-consuming, white-hot gravity that pulls at every thought, every nerve ending. In those early decades, the scent of a mortal's blood wasn't just an aroma—it was a symphony. I could hear the rhythmic rushing of the pulse in a man's veins from across a crowded courtyard. I could smell the distinct, metallic sweetness of their life force through thick layers of wool and leather. It took nearly half a century before I could sit in a room with a human and not visualize the exact trajectory of tearing their t