9 Deuce Bloods Novels & Stories

“Not that many, no.” I can’t tear my eyes off Phoenix. “He wouldn’t have made it anyway, would he?” “No. It would always have ended this way, no matter what. At least you are alive. That's more than most can say.” I sigh deeply and grip the basin for support. It’s getting more and more difficult to support my own weight. Death would probably be better at this point, but not until I've gotten my revenge. “Okay,” I say at last. “Give me your blood.”

BOOM! The massive oak doors of the temple courtyard blew inward in a shower of splintered wood as Dave vaulted his horse across the threshold, landing with a heavy thud in the center of the courtyard. His broadsword was drawn, its golden-blue runes blazing with the fury of a midsummer sun. Flanking him from the sky, the Black Dragon slammed down onto the stone terrace with earth-shattering force, while Laura descended gracefully from the beast's back, landing lightly beside Dave. Her dual-toned eyes blazed with absolute, unyielding authority.

Purple, she was now a Dark Princess, and white signified purity, AKA, she's single. The rest of the ceremony was a blur. I remember the cheers as I walked before everyone. I remember looking out and everyone bowing on one knee before me, save Arisa as she was my blood partner. I remember raising the small bowl and feeling everyone's blood trickling down my throat. I felt an odd sensation of being connected. A shiver had wracked through me at the time, and for a second I felt each of them burn through me. Instantly I knew all their names and their history up until they gave me their blood.

The ninth time I tried to divorce my husband, Don Louis Romano, my best friend Jenny Parker, who had always talked me out of it, handed me the papers herself. Every time before, she'd done everything in her power to stop me. She'd even taken over the Family's day-to-day affairs just to create chances for us to see each other and reconcile. I took the papers and couldn't help but ask. Years of pent-up exhaustion showed in Jenny's eyes, and to my shock, her voice was edged with resentment. "You got Vivian shot this time. She nearly didn't make it. How long are you going to keep this up?!" Vivian Hale was the woman Louis had been seeing. I stared at her in disbelief. "Vivian's had a hard life.

The trees leaned as though trying to flee. ⸻ Day Seven. The final countdown. Ava stood by the ancient ruins, the wind wrapping around her like a cloak. Achi joined her, his body tense but steady. “We started this with fear,” she said, her voice clear, “but we’ll finish it with truth.” Behind them, Marcus and Darius watched in silence. Neither dared speak. The ground itself seemed to breathe with anticipation. The Blood Moon began to rise—larger than ever, swollen and pulsing with power. Its red light painted the world in warning.

"Losing just a little blood made me cold, dizzy... I thought I was gonna die. Only then did I get it—what I put you through. I stole your blood. I deserve to die..." His voice broke as he wept, like a kid who'd done something unforgivable. "I deserve to die... I deserve to die..." I sighed. "You don't have to die. Just stay out of my life." *** Back home, Vincent insisted on wiring me a ridiculous amount of money. "This is a breakup fee. If you don't take it, that means you don't agree to break up." I took it. Just like that, I was financially free. ***

The battlefield stank of blood and salt. The last rogue wolf collapsed at Damien’s feet, its body shifting back into a twisted, lifeless form. Felix wiped crimson from his mouth with the back of his hand, his sharp eyes scanning the carnage. Naomi clung to her mate, trembling but alive, her siren’s glow dimming as his protective aura steadied her. The pack stood in stunned silence, the weight of what they had just faced sinking in. The unnatural creatures,

Roman pointed out. "Whatever! I still can't believe a sourdre de sang wouldn't know how the bar of the invisible works." "Bar?" Roman mocked. "A hotel. Hotel." Rose scrunched up her face. Roman pursed his lips. Reserving his words. "Whatever." Rose shrugged, "Say the words and stamp your foot twice." "That simple?" Roman asked. "Simply for pure bloods." Rose shrugged and went in ahead of him. With his shoulders all scrunched up, Roman muttered to himself, "What are the words again?"

Exhausted. Desperate. Rebellion. Escape. Each word felt like a blade carving itself into my heart. I scrubbed harder and harder until every tile in the bathroom shone. When my dad came to check, he nodded in satisfaction and pulled 15 dollars from his wallet. "Not bad. Here, take it." I took the money and slipped the bills into my pocket. Back in my room, I opened my ledger and wrote in it. [Debt: 600.] [Repaid: 15.]

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"