Meaning Of Bloodlust Novels & Stories

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

My mind was still full of worries every single time that I remembered what that creature told me—that my blood was something that was considered a treasure and a viscous liquid that would be worth dying for. "Find someone else that you can rely on. I’ll be burning this place down; it reeks of the scent of my… parents. And also that damn murderer." Even though Eman didn’t contain an aura like the others, there was still a glimpse of bloodlust lurking around his soul. If some kind of event would trigger his anger, then he would surely be bursting all of his emotions out and getting out of control, just like a beast going on a killing spree. My lips parted in pity for him. "So that’s why you di

Instead, it made me hungry for more. The rogue went limp in my mouth. I dropped his body and faced the circle again, blood dripping from my muzzle. "Impressive," the scared man said, clapping slowly. "The bloodlust runs strong in you." Two more rogues attacked at once, coordinating their assault. My wolf moved like liquid lightning, dodging the first and catching the second by the leg. I heard bones crack between my teeth. His scream was music to my wolf's ears. The bloodlust was rising now, hot and sweet in my veins. Every instinct screamed for violence, for dominance, for the pure joy of the hunt. My human consciousness was drowning in it.

But gradually Brawen realized one thing, that Chris was trying to control himself not to suck small blood. How is it possible this way? While small and Chris did not have any male and female feelings for each other. For the one he loves, Vampire desires two things, one is lust, the other is blood. Of course, Vampires don't drink blood of their own kind, so drinking that blood only happens once, on the day of marriage, it's called "Blood marriage", of course, most of it is "eating first". Perhaps Chris's way of suppressing his bloodlust was to seek out lust. But to do that, Chris must have feelings for Brawen, because Vampires only want to have sex and only find "that" feeling with the Vampir

Accompanied by her arousal that was thick in the air, and his lust for her that had now completely taken over, his bloodlust was growing. The only thing he wanted now was more. More of her blood. More of her body. MORE. So he took it. He could hear small feverish moans from her lips as he thrusted into her through her orgasm, not stopping, his finger rubbling against her wet core, ambushing her in all ways, making her wriggle desperately. Was she begging for more or telling him to stop? He didn't know. His lust mounted dangerously. He knew he had to control his bloodlust now.

"Either you chose me because you want me, or you want me because you need me. You need me to satiate your thirst." To Layla's dread, he just stared at her with his haunting eyes. That is when she saw the truth of it all. The glimpses of hunger she caught in his gaze weren't for her. It was for her blood. If he had the option, Atreus would have taken what he wanted from her weeks ago. Probably on the day that they met!

Angelus said to Mia while glaring at her angrily. "No that's not why l'm upset you came!! I'm upset because you don't know what I've been going through here!! The blood lust Isn't something you wanna play with……..It's so strong and you can't resist It so you better leave while you still have the chance!! I don't want you to start craving for blood and do worst than that animal or beast!! Whatever you guys are calling it………..I don't want you to lost your cool……...I don't want you to start having the bloodlust so leave now." Mia explained to Angelus emotionally while ordering her to leave.

She licked the rim of her cup. “Thank you, darling,” she purred, her voice low but loud enough for me to hear. “It’s just like the other night… when you hunted this for me. That Blood Rush was absolutely divine. I never knew losing control could feel so… exquisite.” Blood Rush. A state where a vampire, high on prime blood, not only has their power surge, but their libido hits its peak. So while I was fasting and praying for our wedding, they were out in the wild, indulging in this filthy ecstasy.

"He had his uses." Like that breaks the tension in the room, everyone else sits, and conversation continues like a dead body isn't a few feet away. Against the marble, the blood is thick and black, like the soul of the man seated at the head of the table. The cold worsens. I shiver, teeth locked together. My gaze fixates on the blood and glazes over as pictures flash, melding together. On contrary opinion, love isn't blind. Lust is. It feels everything, yet sees nothing. With eyes closed and skin ablaze. Raw. Mindless. Ugly. Lust.

My veins burned with a primal fury I couldn’t tame, a relentless hunger that gnawed at my insides. “Raven!” I screamed out for her. Yet, she wasn’t no where in sight. There were three shards of chaos smashing into my mind—each one fueling my descent into madness. The first was her leaving, the absence left a gaping wound, a reminder of what I’d lost. The second was what I called my Rolling Bloodlust, a sickening desire to kill, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it would make me feel alive or lessen the ache. It never did. It only made things worse.