Meaning Of Bloodlust Novels & Stories

"What are you waiting for? Call the police! If a murder happened, our house prices will go down, too!" After all that, I realized how quickly people turned on each other. They loved drama, and as soon as something touched their own interests, they were the first to call the cops. Maeve slid down and collapsed, her face as white as paper. She trembled, her eyes full of fear. "Please don't kill me. I'll go to jail; I'll pay for my sins!" she begged. She kept pleading and groveling for mercy. "I'm really sorry. Please give me another chance!"

I could imagine myself tearing through any prey around me until I was out of prey then turning on my pack--- The idea of glutting myself on the blood of my own kind made me want to turn Merlyn loose to run and run and run as far as we could get until everyone was safe from us. "I've got a bad feeling about this one, Justice," I said, not bothering to look at my former lover. Justice gave a rusty chuckle, "Showing off already? You know, you're a lot more impressive to people who haven't cursed you." My bloodlust came from the vampire demon Justice had cursed me with yet I didn't blame her for it or for the demon. The curse had been her way of taking back control when I'd stolen it from her. I

My nails start elongating and I fear anytime from now I will lose control. Goddess knows what will happen if I do. I don't want to hurt anyone. "Shit" Mira cusses gaping at me in realisation. "What is it?" Lance asks and instantly picks me up and places me on the sofa I was sitting on earlier. "She's bloodthirsty" Mira mumbles and I feel enormous fear take over my senses. Bloodthirsty is when you can't have enough of blood no matter how much you drink, and it only happens when a witch casts that spell on you.

He compelled the woman to feel at ease, without fear despite his beastly appearance and deed. The taste of blood makes his intoxicated like no other liquor could. His bloodlust continues to tease him, making him yearn for what seems like an unbreakable promise. Immortality, power… and endless hunger. Elijah took a step back before he gave in to the whispers of his bloodlust and killed the woman out of hunger. Her blood was bittersweet. Human blood greatly vary in their lifestyles and even in their emotional states. Some humans have more potent blood than the other too. They are rare in this day and age, but they exist.

I can tell you the men were human and ripping the heart out of one chest and the throat out of the other was as easy as gutting a pumpkin. When the second body hits the floor with a satisfying thump I look up and see Uriel, glazed with blood and fighting his wolf for control. People talk about Vampires and blood lust, but that is a hunger thing. When our wolves get a taste for killing, bloodlust can take over everything. Many warriors go mad with it, get turned away for the safety of the pack and turn rogue. Uriel is stronger than that, he can overcome this, I just hope he gets a grip in time.

’ Theo asks. ‘Unfortunately, yes. He is my brother. We had managed to send him through a portal into an abyss of darkness. Since he freed himself over a year ago, he began where he had left off, continuing to kill and murder whilst growing in strength by feeding off his victims. He knows Lylah is my Blood Flame and, unfortunately, has managed to taste her blood. He would have figured out not long after we escaped from him that the small taste of Lylah’s blood he had, has greatly strengthened him much more than anything else he has ever fed off. Lylah’s blood is unlike anyone else's. Just one cut, one drop, can send any vampire within a distance into a Blood Lusting craze. Her blood wreaks of

He clipped one in the thigh, then drilled a second bullet into his skull before the bastard even hit the floor. But my focus, my fucking focus locked on the last coward, the one who had dared to use Luca as a shield. He clung to the boy’s limp body, half-hidden behind him like a parasite using flesh as armor. And that’s when I snapped. A bloodlust I hadn’t tasted in years surged through me, hot, savage. My vision narrowed. My breath turned to smoke. My voice dropped to something animal. “You picked the wrong child,” I growled, stepping into his line of fire without flinching.

“As long as your sister wants me. Whatever amount you could offer me now is nothing compared to what I’ll gain through her. Who knows, maybe I’ll replace you as the Lycan King someday.” His clothes were torn apart from my grip. I slammed his body against the floor. A filthy man dared to mock my throne. A treason he admitted openly. A roar from my throat erupted. Rage was blinding my reasons. A sinister hatred crawled into my skin. Bloodlust. It’s been forever since I felt such bloodlust held my heart. I couldn’t think of a time I had such bloodlust against a living thing. Even during my reign, nothing made me wish to kill someone in an instant.

She grimaces while she massages her ankle, but doesn’t make a sound. “Did the silver burn you?” I ask. She only shakes her head. Pulling her legs up to her chest, she wraps her fragile arms around her knees and looks up at me. Her tears are very close to the surface. “I’m sorry. I can’t even remember….What did I do?” “How can you not remember?” I sit on the edge of the bed, ignoring the way she cringes away from me. “It’s called bloodlust. It’s like getting drunk…blackout drunk. Sometimes when we drink too much blood, we just lose our shit.”

"I wanted to see her eyes being filled with bloodlust. Too bad these people were too weak. It was a bit boring." Yves listened to the group of men groan. He had a million "what the fuck" running through his head. "Today doesn't count as being filled with bloodlust? Then, what does she normally look like when she's filled with bloodlust?" "She'll get so angry that she doesn't care about her own life. Being filled with bloodlust means being filled with the thought of killing. "No matter what others try to say, they won't be able to hear it. It's terrifying.