Unohana Bloodthirsty Novels & Stories

"How come he loves to buy human slaves, but never allow any harm come to them?" "I don't know." Annalise shrugged. "Then he comes to take them away, and they never return." "What do you think?" Annalise asked. "I don't know, but I'm going to find out. But I have a theory that he could be draining our blood. Maybe the pure blooded vampires need to consume more blood." Luciana said. She then turned back to her book to write something, not seeing the frightened look on Annalise's face. "That could be true. Maybe he is going to drain us all." Annalise said in horror.

Suna held it tight around her neck and walked towards the altar, the blood that dripped nonstop from her eyes fell on her hands but she didn't care about that, her gaze was fixed on the scared bat in her hand. She picked up the knife, brought the bat closer to the jug and at once, she cut the head of the bat, its blood spilled into the jug and the green light which emanated from it became brighter, the blood of the bat on the knife dripped down on her hand. Suna glanced at her hand and cut her wrist with the knife, the blood of the bat on it mixed with hers. In deep agony, Suna screamed, the ground beneath her began to tremble violently but she stood firm to the ground. Here eyes were wide o

Thora dropped to her knees, screaming while gripping her left arm. The Undri turned its attention to Arai, its right eye gleaming with rage as it stared at the one who had wounded it. Green foul smelling chunky blood flowed from its impaled eye, spilling on the ground. Before Arai could react, the creature rushed at her, plunging its pincers in her stomach. Arai’s eyes bulged, blood flew out of her mouth. The Kitsune fell on her back, seemingly not breathing. She was soon lying in a pool of her blood.

With a final, savage twist, she ended it, her jaws crushing his windpipe. As his body fell limp, Raina stood over him, her chest heaving with exertion. Her white fur was stained with blood, a testament to the fierce battle she had fought. She lifted her head, her ice-blue eyes scanning the room, ready for the next challenge. In that moment, she was the embodiment of strength and dominance, a Luna who had survived and conquered.

She was halfway across to her car when Sarah felt extreme pain emanating from her belly which forced her to grasp her abdomen. "No!... No! Not now!" she zealously protested. "This couldn't be happening again!" But the pain was too much. She couldn't bear it any longer. As a creature born out of the blood moon her destiny to metamorphose into a manananggal each time there is a blood moon is inevitable. Sharp bones protruded from her shoulders and with no warning bat wings emerged. She let out a loud deafening cry that echoed through the night as her upper torso separated itself from her lower limbs. With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness.

Luca and I met eyes, both seeing the same thing. I knew Hunter saw it too. However, none of us tried to draw any attention to it. Instead, Hunter cleared his throat and kept going as Luca wrapped my hand. “The mixture of alpha blood together, creating a union in which that is never supposed to be broken. To break a union would mean breaking yourself apart. It’s unnatural, unheathly and unimaginable. Drink as a final acceptance of your union together.”

Blood bubbled, spattering onto the ground. For a moment, Deluna reeled, the pupils widening in horror. "No," she whispered, horror in her voice. "Mine," Naomi continued, taking a step forward. "My blood, your vulnerability. As I'd predicted, my blood is salvation for others, but to you?" She flashed her a glint of blood, her blood, on the silver tip of the knife. "It's your demise." A scream, inhuman, shredded through the evening, a wailing cry of agony and heartache, and Deluna fought, attempting a counterattack, but Naomi moved, almost in a blur.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

“You deserved it.” He smiled. The expression struck through me. I had never seen him smile in this life. I reached for him. The sky turned black. Blood spread across the moon. A shadow rose behind Raiken. Orochi. His hand closed around Raiken’s throat. I screamed. The vision shattered. I returned to the cottage gasping. Raiken’s forehead rested against mine. His arms held me upright. Our marks blazed where our bodies touched. Hayate stood near the wall, blade drawn.

“Now the blood shall feed.” I tried to move, but the power rooted me in place. Auren stepped in front of me, his voice shaking. “Take me instead.” “You are bound. There is no instead.” The creature’s claws extended, brushing the ground. The cavern walls split open, revealing rivers of glowing blood running beneath the earth. The hum inside me turned into a roar. I screamed as the bond surged, trying to shield Auren—but instead of protecting him, the energy tore through both of us. The creature’s eyes flared, and I understood its hunger.