Jeffree Star Blood Lust Novels & Stories

She exclaimed and then stamped her foot in annoyance. "You won't even act this way if you are not. You will just let them be and behave like you usually does but here you are, darling. Ranting and cursing them. You even brought up that he asked you to marry him," Lust shrugged. "You're jealous that other woman is able to touch him that way when you couldn't because you cannot accept that you are damn in love with that man." She clapped her hands and laughed. "Dang it, girl! You are stupidly in love with a grim reaper! It runs in the blood!"

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

I try to make sense of what I’m seeing through my hazy vision, but my body has lost too much blood and I can feel myself slipping away. My vision blurs with adrenaline and fear as I look back at Stacey, fierce and beautiful in her deadly grace. With a nod of understanding, I kick my legs out in a desperate move, knocking Felicity off balance, her screams filling the air as she stumbles towards the ground. I groan, barely able to keep my eyes open, that last jolt of energy fading away. In a blur of movement, I see Stacey plunge a blade into Felicity’s neck while her claws dig mercilessly into her chest. As Felicity falls to the ground, I catch snippets of Stacey’s words before she rips out he

I said as my knife sliced through his thigh, blood spurted out, a deep crimson that made me high for more. "Bitch, fucking bitch" he cussed, his finger almost touching the butt of his gun but I kicked it out of his reach. I stared at his bloodied mess with a smile. "Are you hurt Burn, because I must say I haven't even started yet. This is for taking advantage of me" I growled, then slammed my elbow against his jaw, watching with glee as his head smacked against the ground, and the sickening crunch of bone reached my ears. "This is for all the lashes you inflicted on me," I recounted, my knife slashing the skin on his temple, and watched as blood spurted into his eyes, blinding him. I dragged

The hallway seemed clear and empty but I knew they were lurking around behind the lights and out of plain sight. “Come on cowards…you know it's Killian Huxley you are playing with. Don't waste my goddamn—” A tear of pain struck my left leg, sending me on my knee. I bit the pain back. Anger began to fuel my system. I bit down on my lips until I could feel the blood coating every part of my tongue, allowing the blood lust to fill my senses. “Wrong move motherfucker.”

* Bang * Jeff abruptly tasted the metallic taste of blood, he opened his mouth to speak but was shut up by another blow followed in a continuous pattern. Valeria gasped from afar watching her terror. It seemed like everyone was afraid to go next to Xander at the moment. The red look in his eyes and the popped-up vein was a sight to be scared off. She held the hem of her dress. " Stop it. Xander, it's enough " Val rushed trying to separate Xander from completely ruining Jeff's face. She could only tug on his suit, for he was not in the mood to listen to anyone.

My mate, the vampire lord Evander, murdered me. He ripped our blood bond from my soul, and I could only scream as my human body tore itself apart from the inside. I died in pure agony. Then, I shot awake, a gasp tearing from my lungs. The vial of synthetic blood slipped from my hand, clattering to the floor. I looked around. The familiar castle hallway. The gothic carvings. And the door. That damned door. I was back. It was the night of the Blood Moon Feast. The night Evander’s century-old bloodlust curse erupted.

I heard her pained whimper and watched as she tried to get to her feet again, but she stumbled and fell back to the floor in pain. One minute. Bloodlust flowed through my body like a broken damn and I felt nothing else as I glowered at Fredrick with a promise. I wouldn’t need one minute. I’d finish him there and then.

The next, I was all snarling teeth and vicious claws. The men barely had time to react before I was on them. I tore into the one holding Susie, my teeth sinking into his throat as his blood sprayed across the floor. The other man tried to fight, tried to turn into whatever shifter kind he was but he was no match for me. I ripped him apart with savage precision, his screams echoing in the confined space until there was only silence. The scent of blood filled the air, mingling with the muffled sobs of the children. I turned, panting, my wolf still at the forefront as I scanned the room for more threats.

I struggled against his hold, but his muscular frame was overpowering. "Let me go, Ethan," I pleaded, pounding futilely against his chest in a desperate attempt to break free. With a swift motion, he hoisted me over his shoulder, and I flailed helplessly, my kicks meeting nothing but empty air. He tossed me onto the bed like a sack of grain, causing my head to collide painfully with the frame. Before I could react, he silenced my screams by stuffing the duvet into my mouth, rendering me mute. With a rough hand, he pinned my trembling body down and began to caress my boobs aggressively, sending waves of agony coursing through me.