Romans & histoires A Fate Inked In Blood Series

Agatha I hear the faint shouts. There was a lot of commotion after the arrow pierced me. I felt my body giving out on me, but I couldn’t let this be the end. I was the last of my bloodline. I had to fight. “Invesio aversum refoveo,” I gasped and looked up and saw Liv holding my chest. She was doing a reversal spell on me. “Liv?” I frown, trying to communicate with her.

Fated to the Alpha Demon (Collision of two different worlds) Chapter seventeen Lucien POV “And here in my fingers, I lay upon you my mark of chaos. Under this you shall bring earth into its tiny destruction, under this you become the true one and only harbinger of chaos.” Long nails grew out of her fingers, digging deep on my shoulder, I let out a painful groan trying not to announce how painful that felt, while taking numerous glances at the red light glowing from whatever she’s drawing on my left shoulder. Between I’m still kneeled in front of her.

she said " No, I want to see my dad please," I said while crying Before she could reply, an older man ran into the room and asked her what was going on. Using that distraction as an opportunity, I removed the needle which was connected to my left hand but unfortunately for me, before I could stand up, they noticed and ran toward me, trying to stop me. while struggling with them, I felt a sting on my left lap before I slip into unconsciousness. Beep Beep

Aidan said, dusting himself off, “you invited me. I didn’t expect to find a naked female laid out on the breakfast bar like a buffet.” He helped himself to a glass from the cupboard, like he lived there, then he turned to Marcus. "I couldn't tell if she was breathing." Marcus looked away, shoulders stiff. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was she not safe with him? She remembered the blood. His teeth in her. Her mouth on him. He’d taken a lot, but so had she. Blood play was a vampire thing, but it was like a compulsion since their first night. Like instinct.

"Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!" ​Seraphina looked at the green rune on the floor. She looked at the hounds closing in on Kael. He was fighting three at once, his movements slowing as the creatures' icy breath drained his warmth. ​She didn't have a knife. She looked at the sharp, broken edge of a crystal vase on the nightstand. She grabbed it and, without letting herself think, sliced it across her palm. ​"Please work," she whispered. ​She slammed her bleeding hand onto the center of the green rune.

The blood glowed faintly white, bright as moonlight. Malachai followed, slicing his hand in silence — his blood darker, like ink. Cassian went last, his grin never fading as his blood shimmered faint gold. They turned to me. I took the dagger, my pulse pounding. The blade was cold against my skin. I drew it across my palm, slow, steady. My blood burned — red and gold, merging into one. Our hands met over the Gate’s crater. Blood fell onto the glowing sigil. The earth trembled.

​Slash! ​Unsheathing my fingernails, which had suddenly hardened into black, claw-like points, I dragged them across my left wrist without a single second of hesitation. Fresh, dark crimson blood—nearly pitch black—poured heavily onto the cold marble floor. A sharp, biting pain pierced my consciousness, but it was nothing compared to the absolute fire of vengeance consuming my chest. ​With this blood, I lock our fates, I chanted silently, shutting my eyes tight. ​Whoosh!

I didn’t need a blueprint. I just needed to follow the sound of the hearts I was protecting. THE END OF BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

The heavy silver fountain pen felt weighted, like an anchor dragging her down into a lawless abyss. Agnes stared at the parchment laid out on the metal examination tray. The ink pooling at the nib wasn't standard black; it was a dark, iridescent crimson—synthetic blood-ink designed by the High Council to bind a fighter’s bio-metrics directly to a syndicate’s ledger. If she pressed her thumb to the glowing blue seal, Rhys Stormfang would legally own her athletic, professional, and public life for the next three hundred and sixty-five days. Her freedom would be liquidated to settle a ghost debt.