It Hungers For Blood Novels & Stories

He didn’t consider this. Fuck!!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Some of them won’t be hungry for food… Some will crave other living beings… Some will crave blood… And some will simply crave havoc and destruction!

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 "𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑..... 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛..... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘..." Katherine That organ in my body that pumps blood and keeps my whole blood warm somersaulted and I took a step back. Alexander Tyrone leaned on the door in all his glory.

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.

So I'm not the only one? “So Elvira, be careful. I don't want to say this but there's a possibility that you will experience again that nightmare.” She said and held my hand tightly. But how will I stopped that nightmare? “You probably wondering how will you solve that but I don't know how. There are many new things happening in this world and reported countless of deaths. They say, vampire is the reason behind of those murdering because of the bites found on the corpses. But I hope that is not true. Because the thing that created by god and the thing that created by evil can never coexist in the same world.” She added.

By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden. I feel it working. I also feel the cost. It is not pain exactly. It is more like weight. Like every drop of the Moonblood I send into him is something I am drawing from a reserve that is not infinite, and I have already spent so much tonight — in the shift, in the fight, in the thirty seconds of absolute clarity it took to face Lysandra and end what she was. I don't stop. I keep sending it.

🖱️Victor🖱️ My body was literally on fire, and there was nothing poetic about it. It was not desire dressed up as hunger or some elegant vampire metaphor whispered in old books. This was crude. This was my control cracking from the inside out while I stood perfectly still and pretended I was fine. I wanted blood. Not a feast. Not ceremony. Just a drop. A single damn drop to quiet the way my veins burned like they had been injected with sunlight and poison at the same time.

Chapter 1: The Blood That Started It All The past never fades. It lingers like the scent of gunpowder and the taste of blood, clinging to Isla Romano’s soul. She was sixteen when she watched her father die. The night was cold, the cobblestone street slick with rain, reflecting the city lights in eerie streaks of gold and crimson. The Romano estate, once a fortress, now stood vulnerable under the weight of betrayal. The scent of iron filled the air. The world slowed as Isla’s father, Emilio Romano, fell to his knees, blood seeping into the ground beneath him.

I hoped to play the hero–or heroin. Blood painted the stone walls of the fortress, they smelt like fresh blood. Before me in a long hallway was a huge door with few lifeless men littering the door entrance. My heart thuds as I make my brave steps towards the door. What's behind the door could be the dreadful one who slayed the men I met on the way. Also the one who might be keeping Emmett captive, because for what I know, he was immortal.

"And that's hypocritical, given that I'm perfectly fine with eating their meat." I almost laughed at that, but I did my best to hold it in. This was not the time for my foolishness. "The thing is, sucking their blood feels different." She continued. "I mean, eating is something regular people do, right? But when I have to feed on blood, I feel like a predator... a monster." Saying it like that made it easier for me to understand where she was coming from. And if I were not aware that she was going to yank my head off, I would have hugged her. So I decided to stay put and speak for where I was.

The relatives, anxious, I might say more, quickly changed the subject and dove into their meals. Only when everyone seemed okay did I carefully place a boneless piece of fish in my daughter's plate. "Sweetie, take your time eating." I watched her, my breath caught in my chest. She nodded, sweet as ever, and took a bite. One bite, two bites. However, her face flushed red. Wendy clutched her mouth, coughing hard. A trickle of blood ran down her chin!