Monster Blood For Breakfast Novels & Stories

I got a little closer. Jaden, good morning. She greeted her boyfriend at work, said Damontry, who turned to her and smiled. "Oh Damontry, good morning." Damontry indicated the boxes. "What are those?" Jayden: "It's a shipment of meat and animal blood that King François ordered for the family of vampires."

He simply smiled slightly and continued eating. Monalisa glanced down at the plate placed before her. It had jollof rice, grilled chicken, and a side of coleslaw. But when she glanced around the table, she noticed the others drinking something darker. She needed no one to tell her what it was. Lilith leaned back in her chair again. “Oh, that reminds me,” she said casually. “I was experimenting with something last week that you might actually enjoy. I’m thinking of calling it a blood fruit salad. Blackberries, zobo, hibiscus leaves… and just enough chilled blood to make it perfect.”

That night, the doll suddenly activated. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat. I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out. By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up. I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds. She tossed me a pack of cold medicine. "If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."

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.

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!