His blood quickened with bloodlust at the thought of ending the life of another miserable vamp.
To blunt the bloodlust of the Dark One?
The spirit of a human and the bloodlust of a demon.
Only then did her senses register the three men before her, the alley, and the familiar bloodlust in their glowing eyes.
His bloodlust began to build.
There was no bloodlust, but rather a longing that gripped him and clouded his thoughts.
He should be fighting bloodlust by now, yet it had simply disappeared, replaced by longing for something more, a yearning to be part of this woman, to be everything to her, and for her.
Bloodlust kicked in, and his head began to pound.
The power and bloodlust can change you.
At one point, after he succeeded in killing his father, he did hate the woman who taught him bloodlust and war, then slammed on the brakes to cage the beast she created.