Jeffree Star Blood Lust Novels & Stories

He leaned further as their faces became close, breaths fanned on each other's faces as he added, "I am just being patient here. The moment my patience runs out, your existence will be wiped off." His lips harshly crashed on hers and he bit on it as she closed her eyes in pain. She whimpered and he tasted her blood as he pulled away and said, "Don't play with me. If you ever give me that attitude of yours again, I know many other ways to wipe them off of your face and I can promise you, those aren't really the good ones." He let go of her face harshly and taking his shirt, he left the room, leaving behind a mortified Stacy.

She grimaces while she massages her ankle, but doesn’t make a sound. “Did the silver burn you?” I ask. She only shakes her head. Pulling her legs up to her chest, she wraps her fragile arms around her knees and looks up at me. Her tears are very close to the surface. “I’m sorry. I can’t even remember….What did I do?” “How can you not remember?” I sit on the edge of the bed, ignoring the way she cringes away from me. “It’s called bloodlust. It’s like getting drunk…blackout drunk. Sometimes when we drink too much blood, we just lose our shit.”

"I'm going to put you down for good." "Come and get me," he grins as he shifts. "If you can…" I shift as well and lunge for his throat. The battle is intense, swift and brutal. There is no mercy here. No quarter. As I hope his limp worsens as I wear him down, making him work for every single blow. And when the time is right, I strike. The world goes red, the bloodlust consumes me, and the next thing I know, Flint lies unmoving in a pool of his own blood.

Starlia dies tonight, except she doesn't want to die, Starr needs to live a bit longer. “You just love it, don't you? Making men fall for you and pretending you're some docile lamb.” he snarls, the anger in his voice exploding through the voice modifier. “No,” I swallow, “No.” “Oh but yes,” he chuckles, “I know it's your essence and the fucked up thing is you don't even have to try,” he groans. “You have us ready to lick the ground you walk on and you..” he trails off, adjusting the blade closer, so close if I swallow, my throat will get nicked. “You just love it!”

The both of us were drenched in blood and torn skin as we sat on either side of the bones, enjoying the satisfaction of the kill. “What was that?” I breathed as I sucked the blood from my fingers “that feeling? I’ve never felt like that before.” “Bloodlust” Rolf smiled at me and tore a rib off so he could suck on the bone “once you get the taste, you’ll only want more. No-one knows they have it until they make their first kill. It’s a dangerous thing to have.” Rolf pulled up the sleeve to his soaked shirt to show me a strange marking on his shoulder. The skin had been twisted into a giant x that had a dot in each side of the cross. The bottom segment had three lines. Together it looked like

Nate towered above him like a dark angel, chest heaving and blood dripping from his knuckles. Mr. Jang dragged himself backward, fear written across his face. But Nate wasn't done yet, not even closer. His bloodlust wouldn't quench until he had shredded him alive. She was his. For even thinking he could pull her from his arms, that bastard’s soul would bleed forever.

And as the blood comes trickling down his chest where the blade is making a smooth entrance, I drive it deeper and deeper, crashing right through his bones and making that much-needed impact with his heart. Then the Bloodluster starts to burn and grow black lines that appear over his entire body. The further I push the blade, his skin starts to burn, and his veins emit a black glow. His skin goes even a paler grey, and his veins are starting to protrude. With that one last jab, his skin has grown hard, and in one final blow to his head, he drops to the floor into a pile of dust. Anastasia only but looks at me in clear astonishment, then she speaks under a rather stuttered breath, "Is that wh

I could feel the cool metal laying flush against my belly button and I tried to keep my breathing as shallow and steady as possible. “I saw you head up the hill and I told Sherry that I had to run to the truck. I followed you and I swear I just wanted to talk to you. But then, as I approach the bathroom that you had just went into, I hear that hateful bitch and what she said to you. I saw red. Nobody talks to my Aurora like that and I knew no matter what she looked like, she had to pay. The thrill I experienced when she walked out and she had that long red, hair! Shew! It was invigorating and I knew in that moment that she had to die. The bloodlust just took over and the next thing I knew I

Lucius and his friends tried to resist, but they were powerless against the strength of the Royal Guards. Alex was horrified to see what happened next. Lucius and his friends were led into a dark and dank room. They were seated on an iron chair covered with wires and needles. Their hands and feet were chained so that they could not move. Then they were made to drink a red liquid that smelt of fish. Somehow this seemed to relate to what Alex had read in Damian's book, so no matter where the belief came from, Alex was sure that the drink given to Lucius and his friends was vampire blood.

Confused, the boy got out of the car and approached me. "Are you okay, man?" he asked." I didn't see you there. It's like you came out of nowhere". I didn't answer him. "Did you hear me?" he said, touching my left shoulder. I grabbed his throat in anger and felt my canines extend into fangs. I drove the fangs into his neck and felt his blood flush down my throat, quenching the dark thirst that wrecked my body. When I had drained the last drop from his arteries, I dislocated his skull from his throat, and his immobile body dropped to the ground, dead.