Thirst Book Vampire Novels & Stories

I know I am being followed, I picked up the hint of Tea Tree and Lilly about an hour ago, but it doesn't hit me as a threat, I am also drawn to it like its all I need so I desperately want to meet her but first I need to finish the task at hand. I watch as the man I've been following, also a hybrid, stops at a lake to have a drink. This is my chance, I know I have alot of strength but so does he. I need to be ready, I move and run at him, just as I get behind him, he turns, snearing at me, I instantly regret not being better prepared as I lunge at him, he grabs me and throws me over his head and into the water.... UNKNOWN POV I am washing my face and having a drink from a lake when I get the

At least Ruth had eaten. But Scarlet’s own hunger was overwhelming, and she didn’t know if she could contain it any longer. She didn’t know what was happening to her, but as they walked down street after street, she found herself examining people’s throats. She zoomed in on their veins, saw the blood pulsing. She found herself licking her lips, wanting—needing—to sink her teeth in. She craved the idea of drinking their blood, and found herself imagining what it would feel like when the blood poured down her throat. She didn’t understand. Was she even human anymore? Was she becoming a wild animal?

The blood, congealed now, had come from two neat puncture wounds in each of their necks. So the football team had been turned into vampires, too. That meant one things. That those same burning basic instincts she felt—to feast, to kill, to mate—were burning in them too. They had needs, and they were expecting her to satisfy them. Vivian looked from one pair of hungry eyes to the next, counting five in total. She could tell just from their expressions that they wanted to devour her. The drive that had led her to this place existed in every single one of them, and whatever instinct inside of her was telling her to run, their own instincts were strong enough to match, telling them to do everyth

***RATE THE BOOK ****** Dimitri. ABDULLAH When I felt the fangs in my throat it was too late, the woman who soon realized to be a vampire caught her legs around my waist, putting me in a prison, I tried to get rid of her, but the more I pushed to separate our bodies the faster she sucked my blood, her fangs were buried deep in my flesh, I tried to reach her nape and pierce with my nail, release my poison into her body, dominate her mind, but even releasing all my poison in her, including my blood she drank did not work.

Not until I had the power to protect her, not just from my uncle, but from the cruelty of circumstance. The air In the chamber seemed to thicken as I forced myself to breathe, the vampire instincts coiling inside me. Hunger, aggression, and the primal urge to strike pulsed beneath my skin. I crushed the impulse into submission. Strategy first. Patience first. Princess Victoria would come to those who controlled the shadows, not those who acted in blind fury.

She saw that his pupils were dilated when he opened his eyes but when their gaze got locked, those pupils shrank back and his eyes resembled the icy glaciers in the depth of the ocean. "What?" She noticed how close she was because his hot minty breath caressed her chin. She inched back slightly. "C... Close your eyes," She sounded panicked and he instantly obliged. She let out her breath which she was holding. "I... I mean do vampires get thirsty seeing their blood?" She asked carefully, testing the waters while holding the cotton on the cut on his forehead. She waited for him to explode in anger or annoyance so she would poke his wound hard enough and make her escape.

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

The vampire went on his knees immediately despite his pain and he apologized, “Forgive me, my Lord.” Sapphire walked in front of the vampire and she leapt into the air, moving towards the room where the fire had already reduced as some of the vampires were already putting out the fire. She landed on the shattered windowpane and then jumped inside the room. She looked around the burnt things and then stopped at the middle. She knows that the fire must have started somewhere so she traced where it was from. As she neared the bedside, she could perceive the smell of oil and she retraced her steps back to the window where she saw a black liquid there which already dripped down the wall, along wi

“It's way more than that. We have: Moonfeast: Once a month, the village gathers beneath the Bloodwell. Goblets overflow with mortal blood, and the air fills with haunting music played on bone flutes and silver strings and the blood is shared one by one. The Claiming: A ritual where vampires mark chosen humans as theirs, lovers, thralls, or prey. Possession is both power and devotion. The most terrifying of them all. The Eternal Silence: A law forbidding loud laughter, music, or mortal-like festivity. Joy, if it exists here, is quiet, dangerous, and always tinged with hunger. Where are we, in prison?” “Okayyyy… That's wayyyy worse than I imagined. I won't even survive one week here. How do yo

The hunger, the ache between my thighs, was a constant reminder of the insatiable craving that consumed me. My male stirred, his drowsy eyes opening to greet the light, but I paid no heed. My focus remained on the feast before me, on the intoxicating taste of his skin. Like a bloodthirsty vampire, I continued to mercilessly gnaw at his neck, my lips desperate for the sweet sustenance that lay beneath. And when I yanked at his skin with my teeth, it gave way, plunging into my mouth, filling it with a rich, creamy sensation that set my senses ablaze.