Sweet Blood Comic Novels & Stories

That one ember glowing from beneath the ash just waiting to spark a wildfire. Divine justice of some kind—to make the most beautiful creatures the most cruel. Even now, his apple and spice scent rips through me like a tidal wave. Urgency muddled with relief or need or some other craving rises in the bright wash of his apple pie scent. I may be pathetic, but I’m not stupid. No matter how tempting or otherwise infuriatingly confusing Sai is, I don’t have a death wish. Poking this proverbial bear—no matter what Sacred is leashed in his skin—was never my intention.

The morning light spilled softly through the corridor where Anana and Elia stood. Anana leaned close slowly, her voice a whisper of mischief. “Elia, do you know,” she began, her lips curving in a secret smile, “that the sweetest bread in the whole Crimson Blood Pack comes from the Master’s oven himself? Golden crust, soft as clouds, and sweet enough to make you forget your name.” Elia’s eyes widened like a child hearing a fairytale. “Really?” she gasped. “The sweetest in the whole pack?”

Bima nodded. He raised his flare gun, aiming at the disgusting swarm of Sucrose Zombies, and prepared to give them a final feast that would melt every fiber of sugar in their rotting bodies, and open the way to Kevin's control center, who was already prepared to screamed in desperation as Bima’s flare shell hissed through the humid air, piercing straight into the mouth of the lead Sucrose Zombie.

I thought to myself. I pulled out the chair and sat down, rolling it around a bit to get into tune. But there was not anything different. It was just a chair and a table. Curiously, I opened the first drawer, but it was just filled with papers. The second was filled with stationery, and the third left me in surprise. It was filled with sweets. A little piece of paper sat neatly on top. I picked it up and opened it. “Something told me you would snoop, so I am just trying to explain why these sweets are here. My blood sugar reduces often while working for long hours, so these are here to help for such times. You can take some for yourself. I promise they are good,” the note read.

Sweet, addictive. “Who are you?”

I bet those pitch black eyes would look delicious filled with fear, fresh off a run. I thought the only upside to this little pit stop was that I’d be in their home. Closer to Gavin, closer to the top, closer to more information that Oz could use to fuck up their shit, but every time Sweetness moves it’s adding more upsides to the list. She knocks into someone, stilling immediately, and if I wasn’t so distracted by the way her perfect curves sway as she walks, I would have identified this problem sooner. Gavin.

' With the one in my hands I will complete the quest as soon as possible, I just hope it gives me a lot of rewards ' Vic unsealed the sealed nylon and Spiro was just wondering what Vic was about to do. Vic start pouring the sweets into his mouths. "Hey, is this what you want to show me?! To watch you swallow my Sweets. That's the remnants of all the sweets, And I don't have anything else I could eat before we get back to the village." Spiro complained and stood up from where he was sitting. He went towards the water that was dripping out of the rock, to have a sip and to quench his thirst. After swallowing five bars of Dragon sweets, he was getting tired of it and was very thirsty

Everyone was all buzzing with excitement, joy, and liveliness as they chatted away. I watched Harriet take a big bite of the snack I was eating, and her eyes widened in surprise. I even caught her trying to sneak it back into the bowl and popped it into my mouth. “Why? You don’t like it?” I inquired. “It’s too sweet,” Harriet remarked, observing as I chewed and swallowed. “Doesn’t it taste sugary to you?” “Yes.” Perhaps I had a sweet tooth. My mate was sweet too. Suddenly, our attention was diverted by a drunken outburst from Beta Callix. “What a cheeky Alpha.”

“Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!” I laughed, watching her with sparkling eyes. “I know, right?” We kept eating like that — crossing arms, feeding each other chips dipped in the hot sauce, laughing every time one of us made a funny face from the spice. It felt so silly and sweet at the same time. For a few minutes, the whole world outside my room disappeared. It was just us, the crunchy chips, the addictive sauce, and the warmth of being close to each other. We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down.