Monster Blood For Breakfast Novels & Stories

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.

We finished just in time as my brother and parents were coming down the stairs. “Good morning dear ones. I hope your hungry.” I said as they got to us. My brother said nothing and sat down, my father nodded and my mother was speechless. We sat around the table chatting and eating enjoying this calm before the inevitable storm that would come. Unknown POV Deep in the Montana mountains, the last vampire in existence awakes from his slumber, weak and frail needing blood. He knew that the blue moon wolves have united, it would be the only reason he was awake. He crawls out of the hole he was left in and stretches his arms. Creaking and cracking are all he heard as he relaxes. Fully awake now and

The Patchwork Monster placed many exquisite plates on the table, containing beef, chicken, Tortilla Salsa, and many more ingredients. Why did these things seem so familiar? The Patchwork Monster said, “What do you think should be placed inside a burrito?” All the players were dumbfounded. “We can’t escape the curse of burritos!” “Don’t tell me the boss created this dungeon specifically to look for someone!” “Damn! I think everything can go inside! Add them all and it’d be the most delicious!” At that moment, Jack glanced at the players with disdain. “A bunch of idiots. Do you think the Patchwork Monster’s burrito would contain human food?”

The pain in my abdomen decreased. The throbbing in my head was intense and I noticed a slow drip of liquid falling down my right cheek. I wiped it away with my hand and looked down to notice the crimson, red blood from the wound on my forehead. Once again, my stomach jumped into my throat as I remembered the color of the beast's eyes. Suddenly, I heard the rustling of leaves and the crackle of a twig from the top of the ledge up above and looked up to see those very eyes peering down at me. Stricken with fear, my body froze. The Monster greeted me; its mouth slowly opened, exposing its long sharp teeth; revealing to me a wicked, homicidal grin on its face. Instantly, it pounced off its hind

Blood gushed from the wound. "I should have given a more difficult test than this," complained Mammon, still wearing the Barend look. Blood dripped from between his lips, soaking his chin to his neck. He coughed a few times, causing blood to drip from his mouth. However, there was no trace of pain on the man's face. "Hard or not, I can definitely get through it." Felen commented haughtily with a scornful grin. After that he did not remember anything because the darkness first greeted him affectionately. ***

"It tastes good. I like it." Noura breathed a sigh of relief. "Ah, thank goodness you like it." "You don't have breakfast? I know vampires don't eat. So what do you eat for breakfast every day?" Orlan didn't know much about vampire life. Because all this time, he didn't want to know. Now he had to know because his mate was a vampire. "My breakfast drinks animal blood. Our bodies can't absorb the essence of food except for blood. We can eat what you eat but can't taste the taste," explained Noura.

Downstairs, Mom dropped a spatula when I walked into the kitchen wearing my Lakeside Rams hoodie, platinum hair dripping, eyes the exact shade of fresh blood. Dad’s coffee mug froze halfway to his mouth. “Celeste… your eyes.” “I know.” I slid into a chair, stole a piece of bacon off Dad’s plate. “Permanent souvenir. Long story short: Mr. Bathory’s a vampire, tried to drink me at 3:33 a.m., I bound him with Grandma’s spiral, and now the magic decided ruby is my new brand.” Mom’s face went through six emotions in two seconds. Dad just stared. “Permanent?”

I bit down. Hard. He hissed as my teeth sank into his hand. For a split second— His grip loosened. I twisted sharply, elbowing back with everything I had. My elbow connected with his ribs. Not enough. But enough to break free. I stumbled forward, gasping, spinning around— And there he was. Marcus. Closer than ever. His eyes dark. Focused. Hungry. “You’re getting bold,” he said, almost impressed. My chest heaved. “Stay away from me.”

I said. “The wolf. The person. And the third.” She held my stare. “The one the network erased so well that two generations later, wolves didn’t even remember it existed. The Bloodmoon Mark brings it back when the bond completes the right way.” She paused. “That’s what’s been fighting to surface in you since the night you dug out of your grave, since your eyes went silver and the dark didn’t scare you anymore.” I just stared at her.

The dorm room went quiet in a way that felt almost unbearable. I pulled a two-day-old bag of white bread from my drawer, tore open the packaging, and took a bite. It was dry and stale, scraping my throat as I swallowed. My phone lit up again, this time with messages from the class group chat. Everyone was talking over each other about a dinner plan. "We're celebrating Dylan's birthday tonight! Karaoke and drinks after at our usual spot. Don't be late!" "Heard we're hitting that new restaurant. It's like 50 dollars a head minimum."