9 Deuce Bloods Novels & Stories

Does the almighty Deuce Ryker feel pain? A lady's voice was so thin and a soft chuckle followed. Deuce looked up to see two ladies dressed in a tight dress slit until their mid-thighs with a dangerous look. He stood up and staggered due to the pain and wiped the blood that trickled down his head off his eyelids. "vampire? I should have known" His usual calm and intimidating voice remained the same as he stared deeply at the. "What can I do for you?"

9 Years Later Baylee’s POV He roars, slamming his fist into the warrior’s face one final time before the guy collapses to the ground, unconscious. The crowd erupts, pushing toward the bookies to collect their winnings. Caden pauses to catch his breath, his chest heaving. But then his eyes lift—and lock onto mine. A rumbling growl vibrates from deep in his chest. “Aw crap, he’s going to kill us,” May mutters, grabbing my arm and yanking me back.

She got up and went to another room knocking, without another word, the door opened, and a beautiful and attractive blonde woman opened the door. - Come in. A languid voice sounded behind the blonde, the blonde stepped aside, revealing a man sitting on the bed, holding a glass of blood red wine, smiling. He sat very attractively, exuding a romantic and confident aura, there were other women helping him eat fruit. -How? Does he not accept you? The waitress shook her head, her face a little embarrassed and regretful, just now she had tried to reassure him of her attractiveness, at all costs taking advantage of other people's opportunities. But now she was a pitiful loser.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

Even in the pale light of the early morning, I could see the faint shimmer of blood-red eyes—unmistakably vampiric. “Duke, stay in the car,” I ordered sharply, knowing he wasn’t in any shape to fight. I heard his mumbled protest, but didn’t take my eyes off the figure long enough to face him. The rest of my men flanked me immediately, weapons drawn and at the ready. “Graeme Buchanan,” a familiar voice said and my jaw clenched. “Hello Zachary. If you wanted a rematch this badly you should have just asked.” The vampire prince stepped closer, his movements unnaturally fluid. His youth was deceiving; despite looking no older than twenty, his power radiated like a storm waiting to break.

he starts but I cut him off. "Except according to this you still owe me $100 from your last order" I say slamming my folder shut and turning to face him head on. There's nothing I can do if he stiffs me the $100 he already got the C+ on it but I can keep him from future orders. Not to be mean, but when it comes to English Lit dudes basically a brick wall. Nothing getting through.

“Swear on it,” “I, Aaron Covaci, swear that I will not ask for anything else for a kiss as a payment for a syringe of my blood that was taken by Astrid Larsen,” he said as I was looking at him. His Holiness said that Blue Blood was bounded by their promise and I did make him promise. “But I will not stop if she let me continue forward,” he quickly added before I was glaring at him. He smirked. “Oh come on, it will be fun right when you know you cannot stop from kissing me back and would like to go deeper—“

He groaned, grabbing his leg. Jonathan himself crouched down and took out a glass tube filled with Iris's blood. With one flick, the cap and end of the glass bottle shattered. His partner glared in horror as he smelled the strong scent of the blood. "What are you going to do, John? What the-"

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

“They’re desperate though. Six month contract. One-twenty total if you can stick it out but I bet anyone can make it that far.” Renee whistles low. “Damn.” “Yeah. But I wouldn’t do it for double. That family’s cursed.” The name sits in my chest like a stone. Petrova. “Wait.” Beth’s voice drops. “Isn’t that the family from that accident? A few years ago?” “Yeah. The daughter died. God. Lily… she was only fourteen. Brother was driving. Kai Petrova. Car got hit and she died at the scene. He’s in a wheelchair now.”