Monster Blood For Breakfast Mga Nobela at Kwento

Frank grabbed the lamb by the head and tore the top of its skull clean off. He grabbed the black lamb while it was still twitching. He held it by the ears, lowered his face, and greedily sucked at the fluids spilling from its shattered skull. The wet sound of swallowing filled the air. I couldn't hold it back. I threw up. Only then did I realize there was no way I could fight a monster like this. I clutched the broom and turned to run. Instead, I kicked a loose stone and crashed to the ground with a cry of pain.

That night, I bled out and died. Haunted by the agony of my previous life, I pushed down the fury and put on a grin. "Janet, go ahead and cook your signature dish! That'll up your chances to be the rich dude's wife." Our mother, Fiona Walker, seemed unsure. "I've heard that Indoria folks don't do beef. Christina, you're the brainy one in the family, what's your take?" Before I could answer, Janet shot me a death glare. "Indoria's a beef-exporting powerhouse! There's no way they don't eat it. I saw a bunch of cows at the rich guy's place. They're definitely for chowing down! Don't bother Christina with that stuff. Remember, she's my rival now."

I was awakened by a nightmare. When I woke up, I was in the main bedroom of the Pack House, not the altar. My parents were guarding my bedside, looking haggard. Seeing me wake up, my mother was incredibly agitated: "Seraphina, you're finally awake." "Mom thought you would never wake up again!" My mother looked like she had been crying for hours. Her eyes were red and swollen. My father also held my hand tightly: "Seraphina, can you hear me?"

"This was a birthday present Hans gave me last year." I gripped the gunwale tightly, my nails digging into my palms. This also happened in my past life; she deliberately emphasized Hans's special treatment to her in front of everyone, while I could only force a smile like a fool. I heard my own calm voice. "How is that possible? It's just a bag; it's worth it." Winnie's expression stiffened. Just then, the barbed wire snapped with a piercing sound. "Roar!" The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up!

Immediately, Elder Pete's body goes limp in Seth's grasp before he lets his lifeless body drop to the floor with a hard thud. The other elder stares terrified, trembling slightly when he turns to them with the same murderous smirk, as if killing one isn't enough to satisfy his thirst. Seth tsks in annoyance as he stares at the blood on his glove hands, the smell of it punctures through his nostrils, stirring his already nagging wolf with the scent his pre-rut already leaking out; he fights the urge to inhale. What's so bad about being a monster? He was born one.

While we sat down, the maids served me a plate of lobster eggs benedict, some fresh croissants and hash browns. As for Betty and Raven, the maids served them a glass of blood. Observing the maids, I could tell they were all vampires. Were they blood-born vampires, or did she perhaps turn them into her kind? "Are you uncomfortable dining with us?" Betty asked, breaking into my thoughts. Raven's eyes gazed at me. My eyes darted between them before I shook my head with a small smile. "Raven is my boyfriend... so I'm not uncomfortable with you both drinking blood," I muttered and a proud smile formed on Raven's lips.

My height towering over everyone in the room. His eyes twitched. Just a flicker in his throat, a breath caught. A reminder that no matter how old or clever he was, he still felt fear. Good. I stepped into the full light, letting him see me clearly. Letting him remember what I was. He stood up as well, Darian Morvain not one to be intimidated. We were almost nose to nose, though I still towered over him, Alpha to Vampire Lord. Predator to parasite. My blood burned hotter. My hands didn’t shake. He was the one here asking for something.

“She is mine!” Frank doesn’t allow the vampire to utter a word or notice his decaying form. Instead, Frank pounds his fists into him relentlessly. Frank lifts Armond by his throat. With a growl that sounded more like a roar, Frank ripped Armond apart. Blood sprayed everywhere. He dropped the body to the ground. Frank looked at me before he kneeled in front of me. He held up his hands, unsure of where to touch me. His voice quivers. “Are you hurt? Did he…?” Then he notices the bite mark. I nod. Frank takes me into his arms. “Sugar, sugar, it will be okay.”

I was stunned by her extreme level of idiocy, but gritting my jaws, I tried hard to keep my calm, “Ox-blood soup…is something completely different from raw ox-blood, you understand this much, right Ma’am?” “Who cares if you have it raw or cooked?” But sounding quite proud of her actions, she continued scowling at me which had started to badly tick off my nerves. “Besides, why would I bother to cook a meal for a human? You should be grateful already that I went out of my way to bring you fresh ox-blood—” “BECAUSE HUMANS CAN’T HAVE RAW BLOOD OR MEAT LIKE YOU DAMN MONSTERS! HOW CAN YOU BE SUCH A LITTLE RETARD FOR NOT UNDERSTANDING THIS SIMPLE THING!?”

One of the monsters had landed a lucky blow, its claws raking across my ribs. Alpha Luther saw my stumble and immediately sprang into action. He positioned himself between me and the monsters, his massive frame shielding me from harm. But as he did, one of the monsters saw its chance. It lunged forward, its jaws wide open as it targeted Luther's exposed throat. The monster's jaws closed around Alpha Luther's throat, and I felt a surge of adrenaline-fueled rage. But as I watched in horror, I saw that the monster's teeth were coated in a dark, tar-like substance. The blood that flowed from Luther's wound was a deep, almost black shade of red, and I knew that the monster's venom was at work.