Wolverine: Bloodlust Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You were never mine because you chose the beast. I warned you. You refused me. Now look at you.” I shook my head, fury blinding me. Logan groaned again in my arms, and I turned to him, my voice breaking. “Hold on. Please, Logan. Stay with me. Don’t leave me here.” His breathing was ragged, shallow, his eyes half-closed. His fingers clutched weakly at my wrist. “Fiona…” Wakanda roared suddenly, jerking to his feet with sheer force. His massive body swayed, blood pouring down his back, but his rage kept him alive. He staggered forward, knife still in hand, his eyes glowing with his wolf’s fury.

Lusters had been in charge of the elite squads of vampires for many years and had great respect among the council of elders, which annoyed Voilon very much - he was a neat and careerist, he saw this fighter as a threat to his status. Why do you drink the blood of werewolves? She's not tasty. Voilon says with disgust in his voice. A slight smirk crosses Lusters face. - I'm a warrior, I'm not used to sitting behind my back and participating in business only from afar. Of course, the blood of a young virgin is much sweeter and will bring a lot of pleasure, but the blood of the enemy will add strength. Talk about his weaknesses. – he opened eyes. He turns to face Veilon, his hair neatly braided

As the werewolf slips from my arms, dead, I am attacked from every direction. Yes, the bloodlust, werewolf and wildness high gave me 3 times more strength and endurance. However, I don’t have any control. The werewolves keep me busy defending and attacking while the vampires slip in and make small cuts all over me, knowing the only way to beat me now is to bleed me dry.

Without a second thought, the hungry, evil, red-eyed werewolves were met with William’s bravery. On his face, there was no sign of dread. Anger and loathing may be seen in his golden eyes. He was planning his vengeance. He didn’t care if he died right now as long as he could let out the rage that was building up inside him.

, she coughed. "The bullets are laced with silver and wolfsbane Lupus", she added. "I couldn't love my mate, but at least I could die for him", she coughed out blood again. "Stop- Lupus felt another bullet hit Laureffaine's shoulder. He let go of her body as he stood up abruptly. Lupus eyes glowed a bright red as his nails elongated. With an incredible speed, he was before the hunter that shot Laureffaine. With a simple stare, he drained the hunter's blood. He watched the hunter cry in pain.

He’s standing right in front of me, with a murderous glint in his eyes, staring straight at me. It is the sort that possesses wolvens after a kill, the “curse” that manifests itself as bloodlust under the full moon. He snarls once, and in that moment; that sight of his claws dripping blood of his last victim, the fur that falls from his body in half-transformation, his fangs bared in a grim smile; in that flash of time, I see myself. I see a wolven brother.

Joseph snarled at Logan before transforming into his black wolf, Blackjack. Logan's black and white wolf Phoenix form appeared, and they faced each other with menacing red eyes and exposed fangs. After growling, they both sprinted towards each other, being about 20 feet apart. The wolves rose to their hind legs as they neared, their front paws scrabbling at each other's sides while blood spurted. Blackjack yelped in agony as Phoenix, moving face-first, bit down on its paw. Phoenix drags Joseph to the ground with his paw in his mouth, but Blackjack uses his upper strength to lift himself and claw Phoenix's face, making him let go. After gaining his freedom, Blackjack utilized his crawls to de

ALESSANDRO'S POV I shift into my black and white wolf and dashed towards the southern borders. Let's see what master's servants are capable of. Coming up to scene of battle I see an all out war between rogues and the pack warriors. Without wasting another second I join in on the fight ripping apart rogue after rogue. I could feel through our bond that Xavier loved this, his thirst for blood rearing it's head. He slightly pushes forward boosting my strength as I maim each rogue I could get my hands on. My fur was wet and sticky with the blood of my victims but that mattered little to me for I took pleasure in ending their pathetic lives. These bastards had come here for Avery wanting to bring

I growled, turning to go before the elder wolf’s cautious voice made me pause. “Are you certain we’re ready Your Highness? This act…this cruelty could cause a backlash from the Cove wolves…a war-” Wolverine Silver rasped, his mane of gelled black hair appearing almost blue under the silvery light of the moon. My teeth snapped in my mouth but I fisted my hands and resisted the urge to drive them up his nose.

He became a killing machine, ripping the werewolves before him with his bare hands. They tried to scatter. But he is having none of it. They tried to capture Willow. From him. Him. His fangs are elongated. His eyes dilated. If a vampire saw him he would say that bloodlust took hold of Lothaire turning him rogue. But no. His senses are intact. Anger coursed through his veins like hot lava burning under his skin. His rage knew no bounds. With his bare hands, he gripped the now running werewolves and tore them. Breaking their bones like twigs. His strength is unparalleled. Surpassing that of all of these werewolves combined.