Jeffree Star Blood Lust Novels & Stories

I called. The figure ran. I walked behind, stomping my feet, and feeling a hot rage in my chest. Not fear. Don't panic. Rage. He burst onto the rooftop. Wind whipped around us. The city was spreading under, and ignorant. The sniper turned. Young. Thin. Eyes wild. "You're done," I said. He raised his weapon. I fired. He went crashing down, the rifle clattering. Trying to crawl he groaned and left a smear of blood.

Damon was very possessive of Gwyneth, so when she and Liam started hanging out, he didn't hesitate to express his displeasure. He considered Liam unworthy of Gwyneth, despite the fact that in every inter-pack martial arts championship, he always lost first, and Liam always emerged victorious. Liam understood that Damon was jealous of him, but he never considered it a big deal. Although he loved Gwyneth, he didn't care for a brother as jealous and ambitious as Damon. When Gwyneth died at Liam's hands, Damon went berserk, claiming he knew it would happen. He accused Liam of being a satanic cultist who had used Gwyneth as a sacrifice and had only pretended to love her as a cover.

Even though there are laws against it, workplace discrimination still occurs. And violence had gone down, but it wasn't gone. Elara's replacement, a young vampire named Marcus (not Sophie's father), said there had been forty-two attacks in the last year. "Down from hundreds that were expected if we had stayed at war, but still forty-two violent acts aimed at integration efforts." How many people died? "Matthias enquired. Seven. There are two witches and five vampires. Many more were hurt. Millions of dollars worth of damage to property.

Raising my left elbow above my head, I throw my weight behind it, connecting the knuckle of the bone square in his jaw. I shove my right gun into my back holster as he stumbles back a few feet, shaking his head with shock, and I rush towards him, skidding across the gravel, and shredding my fucking kneecaps to pieces. When I get close enough to him, I leap up onto my feet, raising my fist above my head and connect it with the butt of his chin. His feet leave the ground and I wrap my hand around his neck, slamming his back onto the hard ground with a thud, and I know that must’ve hurt like a royal bitch when his face contorts into a frown. Groaning, he tries to get back up, and I press my foo

Here are my little mate sequences and their blur: 1. Bound by Blood and Love Blur - : In a world where the supernatural and humans coexist, "Bound by Blood and Love" follows Victoria, haunted by her past, as she discovers her daughter Alisha is fated to be with a powerful vampire, Ryan. Duty separates them, but as their destinies intertwine, Victoria must reconcile her protective instincts with cosmic forces. Battles between supernatural factions loom, testing their love and resolve. As tensions rise and alliances form, Victoria faces a pivotal decision, leading to a climactic showdown. This tale of love, duty, and sacrifice explores the enduring power of family and fate in a captivating wor

Jax I couldn't help but reach out and touch her. She is most likely covered in bruises under her jacket. It's no secret that her father is a drunk. The way she turns around and glares at me with her green eyes through her square glasses brings my wolf to the surface, but instead of cowering like humans usually do at the sight of our wolves she stands her ground not budging.

, she coughed. "The bullets are laced with silver and wolfsbane Lupus", she added. "I couldn't love my mate, but at least I could die for him", she coughed out blood again. "Stop- Lupus felt another bullet hit Laureffaine's shoulder. He let go of her body as he stood up abruptly. Lupus eyes glowed a bright red as his nails elongated. With an incredible speed, he was before the hunter that shot Laureffaine. With a simple stare, he drained the hunter's blood. He watched the hunter cry in pain.

The man uttered a high-pitched scream. “That was just a taste.” Kane said, casually as if discussing the weather. He drew back again, watching the man’s face intently. Joffrey sat on a crate, observing the scene, seemingly disinterested. The whip cracked again, this time drawing blood. I noticed one of the men had a tribal tattoo on his right arm. I went closer to inspect it. I recognized it as the mark of the Bloodlust Warriors, a Canadian pack. I grabbed the man by the hair, growling, “You are from the Bloodlust Warriors. Why are you here?”

Rule: The Blood Moon never sets until the debt is paid. Willa leaned her head against the cold window, watching as the stars outside turned into streaks of blood-red light. She was going to do this. She was going to survive. And she was going to make sure that by the time this game was over, Jaxson Vane was the one begging for air.

I started as made my way down the cobblestone stairs, to the dimly lit basement. "Boss," They both said simultaneously. It's hard to tell them apart, from their chocolate-colored hair to their hazel eyes. The only difference between them is the subtle scar on Angello's chin and a scar below Alessio's left eye. "Has our little birdie sung yet?" I asked looking over to the beaten man tied to a wooden chair while I popped a few sunflower seeds in my mouth. "Not yet, boss, he maintains his innocence." Angello chuckled as he walked over to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands.