Monster Blood For Breakfast Novels & Stories

I gradually began to feel an itch in my soul. Following the sensation back home, I realized that the power had been cut because the bill was overdue. Everything inside the walk-in freezer began to thaw. Drawn by the sickly sweet scent, rats and cockroaches poured in through tiny holes in the walls. The cloyingly sweet cake was already devoured, but even more cockroaches and rats were gathering inside. I never knew that dead people could look so horrendous. Actually, I had been hiding a secret from Mom. Dad had met with me in private many times.

The moon bled crimson that night, just as it had in every nightmare for as long as Lexi could remember. In the dream, the forest screamed. Steel clashed against claw and fang. A deep, commanding roar tore through the havoc...a voice that felt both ancient and achingly familiar. Then came the sharp cry of an infant, raw and helpless, followed by the wet sound of something heavy hitting the ground. Shadows moved like living smoke, snatching the tiny bundle away into the darkness. Drops of blood fell upward, staining the moon until it pulsed like a wounded heart.

Chapter 22: Solo Boss Fight The big black monster smashed into the concrete path with a loud crash that shook the whole wall beneath my feet. The concrete broke under its weight sending small gray rocks bouncing over the edge. Up Close, the monster was really scary. It was over nine feet tall with muscles that looked like wet leather in the dim morning light. It smelled like metal and rotting wood. It did not have hands; its long arms ended in thick curved bones that looked sharp enough to cut through a car engine. Its chest moved as it breathed, blowing a bad smell right into my face.

Desiree My mother wrote me a thank you letter after she received the tickets. She promised not to share the meals with Rob and eat them at the park before going home. It was the least I could do. Apparently, the tickets could pay for some doctors appointments too. Whereas she would exchange meal tickets for treatment by moon doctors. The moon doctors would appreciate it because it is a great privilege to afford Blood meals and only the tickets could buy a Moon member Blood meals because it meant the Moon was a royal servant. My mother decided to use some of it to see if she could prolong her life a bit longer so she could guide me through the changes when my wolf comes. I couldn't count on h

ERRRRRRR EEEEEEEK Carls opened the door holding a shiny gray metal tray of food. On the tray there was a fork and a knife sitting on top of a white napkin, french toast on a plate, orange juice in a tall glass cup, a small cup of syrup sitting on the plate (that had french toast on it), and two strips of applewood smoked bacon on a saucer (next to the plate of french toast). The breakfast aroma filled the room. Carls said, "Good morning Miss Marigold." Marigold sat up stretching her arms and saying, "Good morning Carls." He walked over to her bedside, handing her the tray of food and asking, "Did you sleep well?" Marigold answered, "I slept okay… Thank you for breakfast." She dug into her br

“Oh. That’s it?” “Yes! Meat is so hard to find!” That’s impossible. I have as much meat and blood I want, every day. But the more I think about it, the more the high of the red honey has worn off, the more I understand his predicament. I look at the metal cave and I understand why he would want meat. Only a basket of small green plants and a soft something seems to be what this monster consumes daily. I want my own meat but I don’t make my intentions known for now.

I asked and then froze. It looked like half the club was crammed into the small space. They loitered against every available surface, their hungover faces eager. Perched on the side nearest the stove was Monster, his legs swinging like those of a schoolboy who had climbed up on his mother’s counter. There was a plate full of food on his lap and a rapt expression on his face as he shovelled a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “Iris is cooking for us,” he said with his mouth full, and I grimaced.

Night had fallen when the maids of the Gothic palace had the body of the breeder that had her blood consumed thoroughly cleaned and placed in a sack awaiting Darian Stormrider's orders. As per the norm, he would journey out at night and go meet his spies from the Werewolf realm and give them the body. Even though they were humans too, that didn't bother them anymore as they were not in the same rank as the breeders. They preyed on it. Vampires consumed blood while the werewolves fed on the body, and as a fee for them helping him out as his spies and take tellers from the adversaries kingdom, he always brought the dead body of whatever breeder that had their blood consumed to them.

As I heard him walking away, I turned my attention to the butler, who was still holding the tray. “You don’t have to bring my breakfast from now on. I could go down,” I told him. “What’s for breakfast today?” I couldn’t see what breakfast he had prepared because of the gold cover. But I could smell it was something delicious. “The usual,” Mike said and removed the golden cover. I frowned when I saw what was on the tray. It was a glass of blood. I slapped my face, which surprised Mike. He said nothing about what I did. I forgot I am a vampire now that relied on blood to satisfy their hunger.

Christian gave a gentle smile. I overheard Catrina saying her gratitude to him in that hushed tone. I gulped, and it was excruciating. I felt a sudden surge of anger, causing my claws to elongate. I restrained myself, ensuring that none of them would perceive the change in my emotions. Gradually, crimson droplets cascaded from my palms. ***** Zeke. After eating a simple meal for breakfast, our team continued on this exciting journey of hunting monsters. We decided to take a quick breather right before dawn to alleviate our exhaustion.