Vampire D Bloodlust Novels & Stories

When a vampire falls in love, they can't deny it because everything they feel becomes exacerbated. After a fifteen minutes drive, Aiden stepped on the stony path that led into the entrance of the mansion that she lived in, he braced himself taking quick short breaths before putting on a black cowboy cap over his head. He was looking astounding, he knocked on the door, and it opened freely. He wondered why Selena would leave the front door open. As he stepped into the living room, his eyes caught Selena's parents covered in a pool of blood with bite marks and scratches on their skin. He swallowed hard because their blood turned his thirst on, but he had to control himself. Her father was lyin

The impact lifted me off the ground, my ribs shattering under the weight of his strike. I flew a few meters back before hitting the ground hard, the force of Darius’s strike driving me deep into the earth. The impact sent shockwaves through my body, and for a moment, everything was a blur of pain and darkness. My ribs felt like they were on fire, and I coughed up a huge amount of blood, my mana reserves dwindling with each passing second. *The first phase of Bloodlust Ascendancy is wearing off,* Kyrax’s voice echoed in my mind. *We don’t have much time left.*

He tosses it to the ground, cleaning the blood off his dagger on his coat. “Now let's work on your blood lust.” He signals for me to follow. In the center of what seems to be a mapped-out area. He directs me. “Sit. Blood lust happens to every newly turned vampire, as you may have read in books or novels.” His mood changes, he is serious, he is in for business. As he explains, I'm barely at attention. My eyes betraying me, I admire his physique, every curve of his biceps, and the way his chiseled chest is still visible under his clothes.

Chastity, her Lycan instincts honed by centuries of survival, met Dylan's malevolence with a grace that belied her deadly prowess. Dylan, an embodiment of vampiric supremacy, unleashed waves of dark energy, attempting to ensnare Chastity in ethereal tendrils that danced with malevolent intent. Chastity, agile and resilient, deftly navigated the onslaught, her movements a dance of evasion and counterattack. The moonlit battlefield bore witness to their clash, a convergence of ancient adversaries in the cosmic tapestry of destiny.

she breathes out, begging me to let her come. “I promised I would bow to you, baby, I just wanted you to relieve some of that thirst first. I know your fangs must be aching from it.” I stroke her cheek, and she nods her head, pouting, and still rocking back and forth on my cock. I rub my hands across her body, squeezing her breasts and caressing her thighs, “My poor little tribrid, are you overwhelmed with all your new vampire senses? Are you consumed by a bloodlust you can hardly control?” She nods again, pressing into my touch, “do you want me to help distract you from it? Do you want me to lick that pretty pussy of yours until you come all over my face?”

Her monstrous voice and angry tone was making all the vampires shiver in fear. Her nails grew longer and sharper. Her hair changed their colours. From strawberry blonde, her hair turned blood red. Her skin turned pale. Her fangs were longer and sharper than any vampire had ever had in the history of the vampires. Her lips turned red as if she might have drank blood from a host. Her eyes were black and her orbs were red as blood. Within the blink of an eye, Dabria reached the other corner of the pantry. She jerked her hands to get the blood off of her nails. Within a mere second, she killed about fifty of the vampires who were still alive. She stabbed one of the vampires with the immortal sla

But by the way Valentine’s eyes flash crimson and he walks ahead, I know that it is definitely not water. I place my hand on his chest and shake my head. “Let me go first,” I whisper, then push him back and get to work on the lock. Turned vampires have a more challenging time resisting blood, where Purebloods have it down to an art. Someone could be waving their severed arm in front of me, and I would just shrug them off, but not a vampire like Valentine. Yes, he’s over 200 years old, but there’s a reason it’s called bloodlust. He can control it to an extent before it takes over, and by the smell of the blood inside, someone has already met their demise.

“No! He won’t hurt me!” I screamed at Blake as he tried running from the very pissed off Vampire. “We need Eldora!” “He is in a blood lust Sasha.” Blake yelled at me as I kicked and screamed in his arms. I admit, I don’t really know what a blood lust does to him, but I believed in Bolton. “That’s because you’re an idiot.” Bolton’s voice rang in my head, then suddenly I was in his arms and Blake was twenty feet from us.

Alucard swiftly defended himself. Mane snorted before turning away. He couldn’t tell if Alucard was lying or not, but that didn’t matter now. What mattered was what Dracula was going to use his blood for. Mane remembered what he had seen when he used Spirit Scan on vampires during his spar with Alucard in their first meeting. There was a Glow called Bloodlust. It was a skill that could only be activated by consuming the blood of a pure blood under the condition that the target had not been pierced by the fangs of a dark creature. While the specifics were missing, pure blood could mean anything. It could be a pure-blooded elf, a pure-blooded dragon…

She ignored my question. Without warning, she lunged forward, grabbing my hair and twisting my neck to a side before burying her fangs inside my neck. A blood curdling scream escaped through my lungs and she clutched my mouth roughly. She was a vampire, she was so much more stronger than me and I was aware of that. But I had to fight back, I had to do something, anything. With another muffled scream, I tried to lean away from her as she kept sucking my blood, completely draining me. " I hate you and your presence so much that I had to stop myself from ripping your heart out every fucking time you lay your filthy hands on him." She kept rambling as I broke down on the floor, clutching my neck