Jeffree Star Blood Lust の小説・ストーリー

She already killed Juventus, she doesn't want anyone to die from this blood anymore. Heidi stiffened slightly, he tried to breathe evenly, forcing himself to suppress the crazy bloodlust but it was extremely difficult. Seeing Heidi like that, Brawen really didn't know what to do, she didn't have the strength to get rid of him, nor did she know how to help him suppress his bloodlust. For a moment, confused, Brawen closed her eyes and acted as if the thought had just popped into her head, Bang! The smell of blood wafted through the air, a scent so sweet that Brawen was going crazy. Heidi rolled her eyes at Brawen, his hands unconsciously loosening.

the man stuttered out. Jared had his forearms folded on his chest as he leaned his back on the chair comfortably. His dark green eyes were not very friendly, just like any other days. "I saw you glaring at our table and decided to check out what you were talking about." He smirked as he looked at them one by one. They were so pale that he thought they might faint. "Turned out you were talking about the 27th Blood Star." "I-It's natural to talk about the Blood Star," their female friend defended, her voice was higher than the others and so she caught the attention of those who surrounded them, including the Seven Geniuses, Chloe and Jucel. They all went silent and turned to their place.

"Fuck! Get off your hands, bastard! I'm not your wife or anyone related to you. So I'm warning you to let me go before the bullet in this gun hits your head." Lorenzo smiled scornfully as he glanced slyly at Krystal. He knew if she was just bullying him, because she wouldn't be able to attack him locked up like that. Unless she knows the trick. “Hahaha, just do it if you can. But by the way, what's your rate for one night, honey? Because I feel attracted to your body.” “Bastard! Damn bastard! I'm not that low. I am Lady Bloods, and no one can touch me.”

He laughed, shaking his head. "Mr. Jeffers, I promise you this is real. I've done the research, and what I find most intriguing is Darick 'The Bloodthirsty’, leader of The Brooklyn Blood Brothers, has done some horrible things that’ll surely make the front page,” I explained, trying to keep my voice even. "Such as…?" Mr. Jeffers waved his hand, motioning for me to continue. "Rumor has it that he leaves gruesome bite marks on the neck of his victims," I whispered, hoping the suspense would win Mr. Jeffers over. “Vampiristic marks.”

she paused for a while. "Bloodlust will make you do things you aren't capable of doing. I didn't mean to choke Audrey like that, then. It's just my bloodlust." Bloodlust. Why do we have that? Why? "Why did you have that? Why didn't other people have that? Why are we the ones who have that?" I asked. "Father has it too, and Saint. Mafia bosses who have bloodlust are the scariest ones. I know I'm strong but I might harm myself too if bloodlust hits me." What does he mean? Hurt herself?

He was battling two bloodsuckers, looking as feral and lethal as that first night in her bedroom. He didn’t need to shift into wolf form; his fists were a weapon all their own. The obsidian of his rings glinted in the dim overhead lights as he drove his stake into one of the bloodsuckers’ hearts, but that was when Lily saw another emerge from the other side of the barn, headed straight for Rebel’s turned back.

It continues bleeding and… it fucking burns. The men have all frozen in place, watching my reaction eagerly. I was going easy on them but fuck this. I let the blood lust that lurks beneath the surface break free; my eyes turn red, my wings burst from my shoulder blades, stretching out and shaking the feathers, splattering the men with my blood. I extend my claws, and flash my fangs menacingly, “Let’s see what those weapons can do?” I taunt, my voice deep and rough with the bloodlust.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

I hung up again. Me: I’m in a taxi!! Don’t want everyone to hear my business. Bestie: Why Clandor?? Huh? Was that a typo? Did she mean ‘what Clandor’? As I stared in confusion a follow-up message popped in. Bestie: Kylie, that guy is a hoe.

Its blue light glimmered in her eyes the light of truth… and damnation. “No. We’ll stop them. Whatever it takes.” Lucien lifted his gaze, voice low and fierce. “Then prepare yourself, Evelyn Cross. From this moment on… Valenfort will drown in real blood.” Lightning split the heavens. From the ruins of Astra, a colossal shadow rose a being of blood and darkness, wings unfurled, screaming into the storm: “THE AGE OF BLOOD BEGINS.”