The Demon Who Craved My Virgin Blood

Hi guys,hope you enjoy this book. Don't forget to tell me what you think 💋 IVY’S POV It was dusk again — the only time they allowed me to leave the temple. All day the air inside had felt too warm, too still, filled with incense and whispers and watchful eyes. But out here the world breathed. Out here the sky turned violet and gold and the trees swayed like they were telling secrets meant only for me. I loved them. I truly did. They had taken care of me for as long as I could remember — fed me, clothed me, brushed my hair, kissed my forehead after prayers as if I were something sacred. As if I were being preserved. Prepared. For what, no one would ever say. But every evening, when the sun dipped and the shadows grew long, something inside me pulled toward the woods. A quiet, aching call. Not a voice. Not a sound. Just a feeling that if I didn’t follow it, I would suffocate inside those temple walls. The gravel path ended sooner than I expected, and the soft earth welcomed my bare feet. Twigs snapped under my steps, loud in the hush of twilight. The trees were taller here, their branches woven so tightly together they almost hid the sky. I should have been afraid. I was afraid. My heart beat fast, and every time the wind moved through the leaves I turned, expecting to see someone behind me — Grandma, Eva, one of the priestesses come to drag me back. But there was never anyone there. Only the thrill. Eva never understood why I loved the night. She said it was where bad things lived. Grandma said the temple was what was best for me. That the world outside was cruel. That I was safer where I was. Safer. As if I were something fragile. As if I were something dangerous. “I’m not a plague,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around myself as the wind slipped beneath the thin fabric of my nightdress. “I’m Ivy.” Just Ivy. A simple girl in a small village called Nervada — a place so far from the real world most people had never even heard of it. Sad, Eva would say. But it was all I had ever known. The cold brushed over my skin and my breath hitched. The fabric clung to me, useless against the night air, and a shiver ran all the way down my spine. Goosebumps rose along my arms. I should have worn something warmer. I should have gone back. Instead, I kept walking. That was when I saw it. At first I thought it was a trick of the shadows — a shape where no shape should be. But as I stepped closer, the trees parted, and the moonlight fell across stone. A structure stood before me. Broken. Ancient. A temple. My breath caught in my throat. “A temple?” I whispered to the empty woods. “I thought we were the only ones in Nervada…” No one had ever told me about this. Not Eva. Not Grandma. Not the priestesses who spoke of history as if they had lived it themselves. The doors were half-rotted but still standing, tall and crooked like something that had been trying to die for a very long time and couldn’t. Curiosity burned hotter than fear. I pushed. The wood groaned, the sound echoing into the darkness beyond like a warning. The air inside was different — thick and cold and filled with the scent of dust and something older. Something that didn’t belong to time anymore. I stepped in slowly, my hand sliding along the wall to guide me. The stone was freezing beneath my fingers, rough with cracks and creeping vines that had forced their way through the ceiling over the years. The silence was not empty. It was waiting. My heartbeat sounded too loud. My breathing too sharp. And yet… My blood felt warm. Too warm. Like something beneath my skin had woken up. “Ouch—” Pain sliced across my palm. A thin vine, its thorns almost invisible in the dark, had caught me. I pulled back, and a bead of red welled up before slipping down my hand and falling — onto the marble floor. The sound was soft. But it echoed. I stared at it, at the way the red looked against the pale stone, impossibly bright in the darkness. Then— A growl. Low. Deep. Not human. The sound rolled through the temple and into my bones. My heart flew into my throat, my body going cold all at once. Run. The thought was clear. Run and don’t look back. But my feet refused to move. Fear held me there. So did something else. Something stronger. Something that felt like the same pull that brought me into the woods every night. I was terrified. Every part of me trembled. But I stayed. Waiting. For whatever lived in the dark to find me. And in the suffocating silence that followed, I could have sworn the air itself whispered — as if the temple had been empty for a thousand years… and had finally taken a breath. DEMON POV Air tore into my lungs. My eyes opened for the first time in a thousand years. That scent. What is that scent? Not flesh. Not fear. Not sacrifice. Blood. But not like the others. This was— Warm. Living. Sweet enough to drive a god to madness. My chains rattled as the hunger surged awake with me, violent and endless. For centuries they had tried to feed me. Bodies. Souls. Virgins laid weeping at my feet. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. And now— Her. The sound that left me was not a word, not a thought, but a claim older than my prison. “M i n e.” The chains shattered. Stone screamed. Darkness bent as I moved, faster than breath, faster than thought, toward the main hall — toward the pulse that called to my famine. After a thousand years of hunger, I did not want to devour her. I wanted to kneel at the pulse of her throat and taste her slowly.