A Fate Inked In Blood Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The male turns to me with cold eyes and I shrink away from his dead gaze. “Closer, female!” He barks and Sera shoves me so hard I nearly go crashing into the physician. “Give him your bloods. Now.” He orders and immediately continues his work. My claws grow from my fingers and I put it to my vein without hesitation. None of our history matters, not his promise that he won’t take my blood til I ask, not my vow never to give it to him. This is now his life at stake here, and I would gladly give him my blood if it would mean his survival.

Alexis hissed holding back the pain she felt in the palm of her right hand right now. Serina made Alexis clasp her palm there, and started dripping Alexis' blood right on the ancient paper. And every time Alexis's blood dripped onto the paper, it immediately moved to make a clue. Alexis had absolutely no idea how her blood could do all that. Not long after that, the blood stopped moving, and Serina released her grip on Alexis' hand, then handed her a tissue to cover the wound on Alexis' hand. Serina looked at the result of the clue made by Alexis' blood drop there. Which Alexis blood forms a word, namely: Hunter.

: Seraphina's POV. I felt my hands shaking as the words on the page were unclear. I could barely breathe. The faded ink and a faint torchlight flickered behind me while the book was open. The words remained unchanged even after reading them three times. The Blood Moon is to be held, or else it must be cut off.". The connection between one life and the other must be established through sacrifice rather than fate. Only love that is strong enough to bear the curse can change its course.

Instead, she ran the blade over her palm, splitting her skin open enough, so a small amount of blood was pooling around the fresh wound, and I stared at her, speechless with wide eyes. “Before we return. Let’s make a blood oath. We, the Greek queen and the Turkish queen, will seal our allegiance to one another in blood.” Regan said in a low voice as she passed me the blade. With hesitation drilling into my bones, I accepted the blade and bit down on my inner cheek as I sliced my palm open. Once we had spilled enough blood, we shook hands, cementing our new bond. It felt wrong because I had no right to ally with anyone like I was Quenten’s equal. But I was also so eager to escape that I didn'

Not by anyone. “You will see,” I whispered, voice low, lethal, inevitable. “Tonight… the bonds of blood and destiny will be undeniable. You will understand why resistance is useless. Why hesitation is fatal. And why… Lyla belongs to me. Serena belongs to me. And Kale…” My gaze hardened, ice and fire combined. “…you will understand what it means to oppose fate.” The clearing trembled with the weight of my presence, the pulse of inevitability radiating outward. Lyla’s small hand held mine tighter, Serena’s dagger wavered, Kale’s calm cracked. And I…father, wolf, king…stood ready, pati

Still, the admiration in his voice, that respect, was totally unexpected and caught her off guard. “Take my blood. You are very pale. I can feel your hunger beating at me.” She was so used to being hungry she barely noticed anymore if she’d gone weeks without blood. He pressed the back of her head very gently, urging her face toward his bare chest. She transferred her gaze there. He had a thick chest, with heavy, defined muscles. He wore ancient ink, the kind etched into his skin. It was difficult to tattoo an ancient. Ink didn’t stay. They rarely scarred. Fero had ink pressed into scarring on his chest, arms, shoulders and, she was certain, his back.

Chapter 13: The Threads of Fate As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, they came across an ancient temple hidden deep within the heart of the wilderness. Inside the temple, they discovered a magnificent tapestry that stretched across the walls, filled with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. The tapestry seemed to shimmer with a magical aura, and the pack members sensed that it held a profound secret. Curiosity piqued, Emily reached out to touch the tapestry, and as her paw made contact, a surge of energy coursed through her. Visions flashed before her eyes, revealing the interconnectedness of all living beings and the threads of fate that bound them together.

He could taste the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. He tried to move his hands and legs but he was tied to a chair. He opened his swollen eyes adjusting to the lights.. It was some sort of a basement of an abandoned building. There were lots of people. But the one who slapped him was none other than his step dad. "Da..dadd". He weakly licked his dry lips.