It Hungers For Blood Novels & Stories

Like a drug, I’ve been tormented ever since I had a taste of Catalina’s blood the first time we met, and like a drug addict, I’m drowning in desires for it. I’ve tried feeding on a lot of people, but it isn’t enough to satisfy the urge and hunger; I just keep wanting more of that particular blood. I am starving for it. The dark veins in my neck become visible, throbbing and darkening to almost black, as a faint, internal tremor runs through my body; my hands shake uncontrollably, and my lips quiver. My focus narrowing to a pinprick of needing her blood, drowning out everything else.

My smile was sharp as a razor, “I've lived too long to be scared of anything, except the insatiable craving for you. Your blood.” Her pulse ran wild, I heard it. I felt it in my skin. Now the more intense I heard it, the more hunger burned inside of me. This is the type of fire I doubt I could quench. I did understand her bloodlust from the view of a sire. And now that I was now the one on the receiving end, It felt like torture. A darker type of torture. I leaned closer, enveloping myself. I'm ner scent, my lips were just a breath away from her neck.”I so badly want to have a taste of your blood, Jumpy Eyes.

“But we won’t become you.” The Red Hunger’s scream shook the world, and the wound erupted, its red light flooding the sky, the stars, the earth. The shattered circle crumbled, its symbols dissolving, and Agnes’s song broke, its melody a cry of defiance. The fragments merged, not with the group but with the Hunger, forming a figure—not of starlight, not of fire, but of red, its body a blaze of every essence consumed, every world devoured. “You cannot carry what I am,” it said, its voice a chorus of their own, twisted into hunger. “One must feed me, or all will.”

He explained while kissing my shoulder. “What does it taste like for you?” I softly asked him while closing my eyes. He took a long time to answer and I was patiently waiting. “It's... difficult to explain. It's unlike any other food or drink that humans have. Blood for us is like.. a drug. A drug that's found everywhere around you. It makes you stronger, faster, more in control. It's the sole thing we need to survive and it's hard to control the bloodlust that comes with it. It's easy to lose control and lose yourself to bloodlust. You just want more.. all the time.” He explained and I cracked open an eye, seeing him deep in his thoughts.

“Not everything. But sometimes… I get flashes. Pieces of us. Pieces of who we were in another life. And in those pieces, we fought the hunger. We resisted it. We were different.” Different. The word echoed in me like a plea. My chest ached, my breaths shallow. I wiped at my eyes clumsily with the back of my hand, whispering so faintly I wasn’t sure if it was to Titi or to myself, “Can’t we just… not crave blood? Can’t we stop it before it begins?” Titi’s growl rumbled in my head, trembling, aching. “You don’t understand. I need it. I can already feel the hunger clawing at me. It won’t let go.”

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Hunger is a monster. It sinks its claws into my gut, gnawing, tearing, devouring me from the inside out. My body is shutting down, drained of strength, stripped of any ounce of power I once had. The Ascendants have made their decision. If I won’t drink blood willingly, they’ll make me suffer for it. They starve me. They drain me. Day after day, I’m strapped down, cold needles piercing my skin, pulling what little life I have left.

“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?”

one of them says. He is young. I do not care. I bite his neck. feel him straining. The poor pup is terrified. I tear into him. I feel his blood in my mouth. I feel his flesh in my teeth. I am famished. I am ravenous. The taste of blood is making me mad. It is all I can think of. I want blood. I need blood. I want to kill. I want to kill them all. My teeth sink into his neck.