Monster Blood For Breakfast Novels & Stories

I groan lowly as I open my eyes due to the brightness of the sun which was reflecting on my face . "good morning madam " the maid whom had open the window greeted and with out wasting time I speedily slam her on the wall "oh ummmmm " she wince but I cared not as I just sank my fangs at the side of her neck feeding from her . after drilling her dry I let go of her and her dead body slump on the floor . " wow it seems someone just had a well good morning food or should I say breakfast " Victor said smiling and I frown . he was leaning on the wall close to my little book shelf

Kim smirks, “Deal, the sooner we start, the sooner we finish,” I head to the fridge, grabbing what’s left of the bacon and eggs. Kim moves to the drinks. The kitchen smells faintly of grease, and the cold air from the fridge sends a shiver through me. I crack the eggs into a bowl, watching the yolk spill like tiny suns. The sizzle of the bacon fills the silence, a temporary distraction. Today’s breakfast is basic- bacon, eggs, sausages, bread, tea, coffee, juice, nothing complicated, but feeding the pack is always a marathon. Werewolves eat like they’re hollow inside, the hunger gnawing at them from the inside out.

“Calm down, my friend, or I will have to put you back out. It’s been four days now. You have been in and out, and I have been trying to feed you, but it never seems to be enough. You have gone through my entire blood supply. Although it seems you are more yourself today than the past three nights.” I growled at him as the smell of blood became sharper. The monster in me pulled against the heavy chains as I tried to get it. He held his hand out, and my jaw ached as I saw the blood bag in his hand. He pressed it against my fangs, and I immediately drank it dry. He proceeded to do this with three more bags, but I still wasn’t satisfied. It was animal blood, and I needed human blood. Barnaby sig

he warned. Day Two: Achi lost consciousness during training. When he woke, his eyes were pitch black, and his voice echoed like two beings speaking at once. “He’s merging,” Marcus whispered. “With what?” Ava asked. He didn’t answer. Day Three: Ava saw her mother again—this time not in a vision, but in a dream too vivid to be false. “When the Blood Moon rises, you will either become her… or end everything,” her mother said before fading into mist.

Even the kitchen had joined in the sentiment, their joy reflected in the large spread of steamed buns, vegetable and lean meat porridge with large bowls of washed fruits and plates containing various nuts. The pack had a hearty feast while the porridge tasted like sandpaper on my tongue. My foot caught on a root, sending me stumbling forward. I caught myself against a pine tree bark, rough against my palms. The smell of sap mixed with something else. Fear. My fear seeped through my pores like poison. Three babies. Three perfect little heirs to bind Draco to her forever. My eyes filled with a chilly look as I recalled the incident at breakfast yesterday. I was finishing up with my meal when B

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

This was the blood of a kindly old man who grew tomatoes, and the sheer, wanton cruelty of it, the vivid, screaming red of it, made the world tilt on its axis. I felt the breakfast I hadn't yet eaten rise in my throat. Just because I had killed zombies, it didn't mean the sight of blood, real human blood spilled in atrocity, was getting any better to handle. If anything, it was getting worse. It was a reminder that the greatest monsters in this fallen world were not always the ones who moaned and shambled, but the ones who could still scream.

Allena-- Next morning I woke up with the sound of my alarm, I sat on bed and turns off the alarm, did my exercise and martial arts practice! Ummm, ohh yeah! I know martial arts hehe, a hidden talent. Then take a quick shower, dressed up in my jeans and T-shirt, and rushed out towards the kitchen to make breakfast for that monster and his girlfriend huh. Yeah I give him a new name 'MONSTER'. I make a French toast, with crumbled eggs and bacon, and black coffee, milk coffee and juice, I don't know what they both prefer. I put all the dishes on the dining table, and soon they both joined.

I'd been fucking her for minutes until, “Ugh! Fuck! Take that! Take my seed!” I groaned, plunging into her hard as my manhood twitched, releasing ropes of cum into her. “Daddyyyy” she screamed, her eyes rolling backwards in their sockets before she passed out. I knew she had cum on my cock. Burying my face in her neck, I could feel the flicker in my eyes, and the sharp teeth sticking out of my mouth. My fangs had elongated!

Rebecca sniffed the air as she walked over to Melody, “what's for breakfast?” “Bacon, scrambled eggs, tomatoes, sausage…” “ British style breakfast,” Rebecca nodded," is there going to be meat?” Melody gave Rebecca a surprise glance, “of course not” Rebecca groaned before walking to the freezer where they kept beef. She took it open and took a portion of meat. She woke up craving meat this morning, and she won't be fine until she has had it. It happens to every werewolf. “You want me to cook that for you?” Melody asked as she moved to take out a butcher's knife.