It Hungers For Blood Novels & Stories

Christian I insist to you, I am not a devil. I needed to suck the blood from Donald’s veins, not just to curb my appetite and replenish my strength for the confrontation to come this night. Rapid exsanguination is a perfect, painless method of a mercy kill, the ideal technique to spare this unfortunate thrall hours of suffering and inevitable organ failure from that punctured lung and shattered spine I accidentally dealt him.

As the moonlight bathed his sharp features, she saw it clearly—the faint outline of elongated fangs peeking through his smirk, holding an unsettling promise. “My name is Adrian Blackwell,” he said, his voice a soft yet commanding whisper that danced in the night air. “And I always get what I want.” Lena’s mind was buzzing with questions, the adrenaline coursing through her adding a dangerous excitement to her fear. What did he want from her? And why had their paths crossed on this seemingly mundane night? The world shifted beneath her feet as curiosity ignited a flicker of intrigue in her heart. She realized the night was far more than just dark; it was alive with possibility—and danger.

Even if I spoke to the wolves, he listened like it was meant for him. He clung to the mountain like some ghost. He drank rainwater when he was thirsty and ate rotten fruit and animal carcasses when he was hungry. He looked worse than I ever did when I lived among the wolves. To avoid wild beasts, he slept in treetops. Of course, he often fell and broke bones. Sometimes, people stumbled across him in the woods and were scared out of their minds. Some kind souls tried calling for help, but he clung to the ground like a madman, slicing his palms open on sharp rocks just to stay put.

Two mighty soldiers charged at me with their Spears, Before they got to me, They all got frozen and I tossed a dagger which broke the ice into pieces, I faced Frost and winked at him before continuing the Massacre. I can sense the urge returning back to my body, The immense pains as I slowly became hungry to rip out hearts and slaughter innocent souls, Dark veins spread out over my body and my Muscles expanded causing more pains. " I AM HUNGRY...HUNGRY TO DESTROY, HUNGRY TO FEAST AND ANNIHILATE, BRING THEM TO ME, BRING THEM ALL TO ME...I NEED THEM DEAD, I NEED NO ONE ALIVE, SOMEONE PLEADE QUENCH MY HUNGER...."

I drove a blade straight through its skull. Before the body even dropped, I shifted again. Wolf. Faster. Stronger. My fur bristled as I tore through another, ripping its side open and sending it crashing into a tree. A bite caught my arm. Deep. Pain flared. Real pain. I snarled, turning violently and crushing its neck between my jaws. Blood filled my mouth. Hot. Thick. I spat it out. More footsteps. More movement. They weren’t stopping. Good.

There would be no punishment for the people who laughed and had signed papers and went to sleep as my family burned. When I stayed there, I would be walking farther into the jaws of the monster. I sat up and embraced my knees; my fingers tore into my flesh. My heart was still weak. My hands were still too easy to shake. I was not as strong as him. I was not made to find my place in this world of guns and blood. But I was tired of running. I got weary of being small and frightened and powerless. “I should have died without making a noise,” I said to myself. "They were wrong."

"Look at how horribly Rachel’s family died! Their new house is still under renovation—they were about to move in. My nephew was just a month old!" His voice rose. "If it weren't for you, Rachel’s family would've been so happy!" A tide of relatives broke into sobs. "I'll give you the money back. We don't need you to pay for the funeral. You know why I didn't call the police?" He stepped toward me, advancing like a hunter. "Because I want you dead." He swung a knife toward my head. I grabbed Freddie's arm and begged, "It really wasn't me. If you've got the wrong person, then you'll get your hands dirty for nothing!"

Then the pain hit. It slammed into his chest like a spear, spreading hot and fast through his veins. He gasped, staggering toward the bed. The blood moon hung high outside the window, red and swollen behind the storm clouds. Of course. On a blood moon, everything intensified, old curses, ancient hungers, and the bond that was already driving him insane. His heat cycle, something he usually controlled with blood and distance, came roaring to the surface worse than ever. His skin burned. His cock hardened painfully fast, throbbing against his trousers. Need clawed at him, mixing with the sharp ache in his chest.

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 knew the predator instinct would take over if I ever lost myself for a second. We entered the room and shut the door, but I slipped from Cammie's hands and landed on my knees. I held my breath and the world began to spin. I wasn't just hungry, I was starving, every part of my body was running frighteningly cold, and the urge to warm myself with blood was too overwhelming. "Vivienne!" They both screamed at exactly the same time. "Don't touch me," I spoke, holding myself up on the floor. "But you're not looking good!" Alyssa said, kneeling closer to me though she was also hesitant to make any move. The temptation of blood fever had come so unexpectedly that I felt like crying.