A Fate Inked In Blood Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts. All the walls she had built up all these years was suddenly crumpling down, and fast… and by no other than the devil herself. She had always hated Thelma but it was just a common dislike— the kind that was enough to make you stand the person even if they were being very annoying… but today the hatred she felt was just unexplainable… much more intense. The two women started walking towards the trio. A curious Kayla poked her head from her hiding spot behind her mum and once again, Lisa was astounded. She really couldn’t bel

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

Chapter 6: The Price of Power Karina stood at the center of the dimly lit chamber, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. Her fingers tingled with the strange, foreign power that surged beneath her skin. The bloodline—her blood—was the key to something far darker than she had imagined. But the deeper she felt into it, the clearer it became: this wasn’t just a ritual. This was a war—one that would cost her everything, but one she could win.

"It's about the no-furs." "What about them?" Priest's mouth was against Ink's neck. His words were more purr than language. "The blood tests. The ones I do on all the new ones." Ink was gasping, his entire focus on what he was trying to tell Priest. The Captain knew that the Marker needed to draw blood from the no-furs to make the inks used to prepare them for the ritual. Each one needed to be custom mixed. But his special inks could also be used to check the health of the no-furs as well as their magickal affiliations and many other things that Priest never asked about.

Hemingway said with a bit of caution in her voice. “It’s fine; how can I treat the patient if I don’t see what the symptoms are?” Blake asked with a relaxed attitude. Blake had looked up the qualifications of Vampires when he had his suspicions. Within the stone tablets resining within his mind palace, there was a history of a race that survived on the living spirit of mortals, their life essence if it were. It was not blood but their actual life force that they would retrieve from willing servants who served them. The legends of old twisted the narrative, and Blake found that they were not an evil race but only one who wanted to survive. The penetrating of one’s flesh was to give access to

The blade caught the pale light, gleaming silver and deadly. Paige gasped, jerking back slightly. “Raymond…” “Trust me,” I said, my voice low but steady. I turned the blade toward myself and, without flinching, sliced across my palm. Blood welled instantly, dark and rich. The metallic scent filled the clearing, mingling with the lingering smoke. She stared at me, wide-eyed. “What are you doing?” I extended my bleeding hand toward her. “Giving you proof.” When she didn’t move, I took her wrist gently and lifted her hand. “Your blood carries power,” I murmured. “Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.”

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

Epilogue-Bound in Blood The storm had passed hours ago, but the scent of rain still curled along the eaves of Crescent’s infirmary, clean and cool, like the world itself had drawn a breath and let it out. Night pressed its face to the windows, jeweled with lingering drops. Inside, lanterns burned low and golden, throwing a soft halo over the bed where I lay—damp hair at my temples, cheeks flushed, the heat of life still singing in my veins.

Kaelric let go of her shoulders and took a step backward, clenching his hand into a tight fist, his fingernails reopening the knife cut. “How did you carry my seed without a divination?! Without a ritual?!” “—I don’t—” “Where are you from, which kingdom do you serve?!” “I-I can't remember.” She whimpered, shaking her head. He raised a fist to his lips and sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he tried to piece together the blank pages but it further enraged him to decipher how a slave’s womb could nurture a king’s blood, not just any blood: Dragonblood.