Vampire D Bloodlust Novels & Stories

“It was another male’s blood. Someone else is injured, though it was faint.” Lycans have a bloodlust similar to Vampires. I know because Dylan and Ace have needed to drink blood ever since their Lycan sides awakened. Damien tries to hide it, but I told him he can keep blood bags in the refrigerator. This bloodlust allows him to have even more refined abilities to smell the differences in blood. “I haven’t smelled Juliette, not until we opened these doors,” I reply. “She was held here, but the darkness is thick, almost unnatural.”

I stared at him in even more confusion and blinked my eyes rapidly trying to grasp what he just said when my head start to hurt, the pain started small and it advanced and before I knew it all I could see was black. I was awake again, only this time my head doesn't hurt that much anymore and I remember who I am but I'm not in the same place I was before I blacked out. What is this place? There's blood everywhere, the smell is driving me crazy, I have to leave before I kill someone. I tried to stand up but my legs felt like jelly. I regained my balance and tried to find my way out of this strange place before I turn full vamp. As I went farther away the smell of blood reduced and my urges les

I groaned when I pushed my knife straight to his jugular and his blood smeared on my face and black t-shirt. "Damn, I just had this washed," I complained but Nero was by the drunk dude's side and he sank his fangs and looked at me as he drank from the guy. I got to watch as Nero's eyes gleamed with viciousness while the guy struggled when his life was slipping out of him. So. Fucking. Hot. At that moment, I know I was going to ride my vampire boyfriend after this. So fucking hard, that he'd wish he had invited me to their playground instead spending time apart and hunting without me.

I briefly let my hand wander to my thigh, feeling that my silver knife was still in its rightful place and that eased my mind some. I could hear his thoughts once again, and right now the various ways he planned to ravage my body for the rest of the night were the only things on his mind. Vampires were mainly driven by two things, lust and bloodlust. Both of which I could freely give, right before I drove my blade straight into their cold black hearts.

Valerius paused, his lips stained red, his gaze dark with hunger and something deeper…possessiveness, desire, a claim. Blood dripped onto her hands as she touched her neck to confirm once more, tasting iron and fire, and anger flared hot in her chest. How dare he? How could he have done this to her? Her body trembled, her pulse racing, the mixture of pain and pleasure leaving her both breathless and electrified, as she realized… Valerius is a vampire.

She looks at me, “Did your father have something to do with that too?” “No. I remember Linc told me that Vampires found it more difficult to control their lust when the victim was close to their death. He said it’s almost like the last drops of blood are the tastiest. That every mouthful before then is nothing in comparison. However, the body needs a small amount of their own blood before being filled with their Sire’s blood for it to work.” “And they need to die.” Rhys adds “That is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.” Bella’s face is screwed up at the thought of it.

I feel a newfound control, a sense of calm and understanding that I have never experienced before. With a final surge of power, I lunge forward, biting down on the creature's throat. Its blood flowing into my mouth, the taste bitter and metallic, but I control myself, drinking only what I need. As the creature writhes and dies, I feel a surge of victory and pride course through me. I have conquered the bloodlust, and in doing so, I have proven to myself that I can harness the true power of the vampire kingdom.

Barely a minute had passed since my orgasm but my cock was already hardening under her heated gaze, responding to the promise in her eyes. Her eyes met mine again and she bit her lip. The pain was gone now and in its place was a raw, naked hunger that had nothing to do with blood. "Elias," she breathed, my name falling from her lips like a prayer, her voice dropping an octave, husky and wrecked. She shifted in my lap, her hips grinding down against my thigh. I groaned, my head falling back as a wave of lust crashed over me like a tidal wave. The blood. It acted as an aphrodisiac for vampires, a potent stimulant that heightened all senses.

he called as he rummaged. I watched as he went to a cooler in the room and pulled out the bag of clear liquid. He picked up a needle and a thin tube. He moved over to Alex once more and slowly inserted the tube into her arm. "How is it all of you are calm around blood?" Dallas told me vampires were driven by blood lust. They loved nothing more than to feed. Alex's face was stained with blood and Joshua carried her like it didn't bother him. "We ate this afternoon," Levi smirked. "We full." He laughed.

Minerva teasingly reminded me, which I could not say anything about since that’s the strength and weakness of being a vampire: thirst for blood while werewolves have a temper. “And speaking of blood, Roxanne Escoffier-Orlok Salazar, you’re a Monte Cruz who could manipulate blood, and based on what you released earlier, it was bloodlust. Bloodlust only occurred to a Monte Cruz when they hadn’t taken the Blood Moon Curse on their awakening. And the more bloodlust you feel, the more you desire to feed, which could lead to untamed blood.” Vladimir directly explained to my wife what had happened to her earlier. “Can my blood help her tame it just in case she hadn’t drunk the Blood Moon Curse?” I