Romans & histoires A Fate Inked In Blood Spicy Chapters

Jeez, I was throbbing, imagining him shoving those fingers inside me right now, curling them while he watched me fall apart. But I shoved his hand away, stepping back even as my body screamed for more. “Touch me again without permission and I’ll make you regret it,” I spat, even though my nipples were aching and my legs felt weak. Alessandro chuckled, before walking back to his seat like he hadn’t just set my whole body on fire. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, then one for me, sliding it across the table. “Drink. Sit. We have things to discuss about how this is going to work.”

Sera flew through the midnight sky, looking down on Caleb and Caitlin’s wedding celebration. Down below, she saw hundreds of torches lighting up the night, hundreds of vampires gathered, drinking, dancing, celebrating. She watched it all with a burning rage. In fact, Sera felt more rage than she usually did. Ever since she had mated with Kyle, ever since they had fed on each other and exchanged blood, Sera had felt different, infused with an entirely new energy. Her rage had multiplied to a level beyond which she’d ever known, and she found herself feeling angry about nearly everything. She could feel Kyle’s energy and violence coursing through her, and she felt nearly out of control with ha

Blood spills freely, thick and dark. I drop to my knees, spreading the blood across the runes on the floor. The scent fills the chamber — heavy, metallic, ancient. My voice comes out low, rough. “By the ties of blood, by the claim of fire, by the will of the Moon that saw our union — she is mine.” The runes ignite. Crimson light floods the room, swallowing the shadows. I feel the power surge, slamming into my chest. It hurts — gods, it hurts — but I keep going.

She guided me to the center of the yard where moonlight pooled like water. “Kneel.” I obeyed. She stood before me. Lifted a blade from nowhere. Pressed it into her palm. Blood spilled like liquid lightning. Silver-red. Glowing. She raised her hand. I trembled. “Drink,” she whispered. I hesitated. Then obeyed. The instant her blood touched my lips— Fire. I screamed. The world fractured. She began chanting, her voice echoing unnaturally through the air. **“Sanguis antiquus, voco te…”**

The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

They were Kin. "It’s not over, Eryx," I whispered, looking at Hope and Leo, who were watching the global light fade into a natural, beautiful dusk. "We’ve woken the world. Now we have to Teach it how to Live." I looked at my hands. The ink was gone. The silver was gone. There was only the Marrow. "The 183rd Chapter is the end of the Rebellion," I declared, my violet-silver eyes locking onto the future. "But it's the First Chapter of the Pack of the World."

I don’t know what’s changed, but it feels more right now. My head tilts to her chest, my lips sealing around one nipple and as I suck hard on it, she practically whimpers, her back arching off the bed and the next think I know she’s screaming my name. Her hands have somehow gotten free from my grip and one of them is in my hair, pinning my face to her while the other squeezes my shoulder, her blunt nails digging half-moons into my skin. I hope she draws blood, I hope she leaves a mark. The thought only makes me go even more feral as I feast on her breasts, playing with her, making her moan and arch and scream, each and every sound that comes out of her is like music to my ears. Like an encha

"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.

I needed to do even more. I tossed the gorgeous blonde off my cock, shoving her, roughly, onto all fours. I drew her hips up, positioned her pussy, and pressed inside. Just a heads up: FindNovel.net is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! "Oh ho ho ho!" Vanessa said, a mix of incredulous and excited. "Here we go!" Looking around Vanessa's perfect body, I could see Brian and Ariana both snuggling on the bed, watching the two of us intently. Now that I had my audience, I was ready to perform.