Jeffree Star Blood Lust の小説・ストーリー

he pulled her hair by the core with force, making her look up and look at the girl with one eye closed. "What are you waiting for?! kill him!" the gentleman told him emphatically with a sharp look in his eyes. Luzia repeatedly shook her head with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry," said the girl's lips but no voice came out of her mouth. He closed his eyes at the same time and pressed the trigger of the gun, causing the bullet to come out and hit the girl's forehead. He almost opened his eyes and let go of the gun he was holding when his face was stained with his own blood and he saw that he was no longer alive. He screamed loudly, sat on the floor and held his mouth.

The moonlight, initially radiant, now dims as dark clouds suddenly cover the sky. The calm lake ripples, reflecting the cruelty unfolding on the land. A blood-stained wolf takes a step back, preparing to attack its prey once again. Adam Hart, wounded, struggles to endure the pain in his torn arm. With unsteady steps, he's nearly drained of blood, the red fluid continuing to flow, creating a pungent scent for the hunter nearby. 'Grrrr...'

Giselle sighs, massaging her temples. There's no other way she could survive this, so she shuts her textbook, organized her writing materials inside her pencil cases, and placed it all inside her bag. Giselle pulled her iced coffee and started sipping on it. She runs her finger on the leaked water from her cold cup. "No, I don't believe in them. We're no longer twelve," Giselle ridicules, rolling her eyes in absurdity. Her eyes trailed to her surroundings while Yvonne began to tackle more about bloodsucking demons until Giselle found something that caught her attention. Mr. Mercado placed newly made tiramisu crepe cake, the ones that she loves.

I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster’s death. “You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?” I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack. “First, I’m not your queen. Second, I will never marry you,” I said firmly and sent him the huge blow of phoenix attack—fire that formed like a phoenix that could burn even a soul.

Something inside me twists, snapping with so much force that it rattles my teeth. “She looked terrified,” he continues, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “Though I suppose that's expected after discovering her stepbrother has been fucking her behind closed doors—” “Are you going to fight in that?” The silence after my words echoes so loud in the air that I hear every beat of my heart, and every skipping of his. Alex pauses, brows furrowed. “What?” I step forward slowly, fingers curling into my palm as his gaze narrows. “That suit,” I say, voice calm, “are you planning to get blood on it?”

' Ah Yin was astounded. 'My bloodlust was suppressed?' Chen felt even stranger. Bloodlust is a semi-physical manifestation of the entire experience cultivated through death and massacre. Chen, when required, could reveal an extremely vast bloodlust that could simply stun intelligent lifeforms out of fear but right now, it was suppressed by quite a bit. 'To reveal bloodlust in my domain... what kind of comprehension is that,' Ah Yin narrowed her eyes. "You... really don't have any spirit rings?" Ah Yin inquired.

He sank the tips into the woman’s neck, draining as much blood as he could before her heart stopped. Alice and Daniel Loft, having been late to the scene and quiet, now screamed as the body count rose. The tire iron Daniel pulled from his truck as a makeshift weapon fell with a clank as he ran. He made it all the way to his vehicle before being snared, his feet jerked out from under him. There was a smack as his head hit the driveway, and he groaned as Jeff stood over his body. A claw slashed his throat, then Jeff squeezed a drop of venom in the slit for added pain.

She was persuading Jonathan to drink my blood, and I was just gazing at him intensely, my eyes filled with affection. "Ahaha..." He held his head and howled as he went insane. My eyes immediately began to well up with tears as I witnessed his condition. I wanted to give him a bear hug and comfort him with my affection, but I was forced to remain silent. I gasped in pain as she bit my palm and extracted a small amount of blood, and he quickly shifted his gaze to it. His bloodlust was visible in his eyes. Despite my horror at his piercing gaze, I persuaded myself to remain standing there and stare at him with unwavering love. I had complete faith in my love and my plan.

"Call me whatever you wish but I'd rather be dead than give myself to you." My eyes burned with anger and this time I didn't get conscious about my elongated fangs. "Then I will make you suffer. I will bend you till you break Star. I will turn you to a begging rust. A weak excuse for a living being. I will use you till you plead to be mine." I took a step forward, my hands in a tight fist beside me. My claws sank into my palm causing blood to drip to the floor. Star scurried further away from me, her eyes clouded with anger but I knew I had her wrapped around my fingers at the loud beat of her heart.

I cringed and squirmed, trying to get rid of the burn that intensified with every lash. “Do you see his face? Can you see the bloodlust marring his features? I do. I see it and I see it every fucking night when I close my eyes, the way his eyes beamed with pleasure while he hurt you. It haunts me, you know? It haunts me every fucking day for allowing him to do that to you.”