A Fate Inked In Blood Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

After serving as the food they must take blood tonics and feed on nourishing delicacies to replenish their strength and blood. A blonde maid came over to me and a redhead went towards Cass. They both took a knife and sliced their wrists. The pleasant smell of their blood filled my nostrils and soon took over my nervous system. Some drops of blood splattered on the floor and I could feel the beast from within begging to be unleashed. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my orbs turned darker at the immense hunger. Black veins reflected underneath my eyes and I sank my elongated fangs into the maid. The nourishing drink filled every part of my body and awoke me in a rejuvenating way. I coul

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.

Soon a thick drop of blood formed on my thumb before it fell on the ground, right on the circle around me. The ground sizzled and crackled when the drop of blood fell on it as if cold water splashed on a hot stove. Another few drops followed suit and the whole circle around me flared up as flames shot up. Instinctively, I pulled my hand back and clutched it tightly as I felt the heat of the flames. “Hellfire” I muttered, somehow knowing that this was not an ordinary fire. The lich stopped chanting and so did Hayden and Cecelia.

Selene had been transplanted into my mother’s final moments, my mind torturing me under the influence of Jimmy’s combination of whatever the hell it was he’d given us. A low groan made me realise I wasn’t alone in the darkness. Clutching my temples with one hand, my other groping around in the dark. I quickly found a shoe, gingerly following that up to a large leg, thigh, then wet. Shit, warm and wet. I jumped away in horror, knocking over a pile of boxes and bottles. As the bottles of alcohol smashed around me, I realised I was in the drinks cellar and my hand was covered in blood.

“Isn’t fate just so damn cute?” Lyka sighed, “You are powerful, each of you and you need to discover it. To expand it.” “But enough to defeat him?” Art snickered. “Yes, enough to destroy him. We will talk about it later. Before that you can read this book.” Shalom handed them a thick, leather bound book. In the cover, was a handwritten word. Bloodsongs. In wild red. ____

“If only you hadn’t been tainted. I would have taken you as a bride.” He whispered in a mixture of regret and disgust before he sank his teeth back into the wound. I screamed in pain as he drank deeply, my world was coming in and out of focus and I could have sworn I heard both my girls calling for me. “Sera? Emma?” I mumbled before succumbing to the darkness. Authors note: The next update will be soon! I will be releasing the last 17 chapters at once :) Keep up to date on progression on my Facebook page.

He would have torn her throat right out if Zayne’s wolf hadn’t jumped in at the last moment. The taste of his blood on my tongue was like an electric shock. Fenrath had immediately recoiled. Just as quickly as he’d taken over, the beast had relented control and me and Jaxon were in charge again. Which brought me to this moment, looking at Zayne’s wolf in shock and confusion. The effect his blood had on me… Only one wolf’s blood should have had that kind of effect on me. My mate’s. With that startling realization, dark spots swam into my vision, and I passed out.

Aiden’s Pov The dagger was very heavy in my hand as it’s cold metal bit into my palm. The royal carving on the hilt of the dagger looked darker than usual in the light. When I thought about Caine had done, it felt like I could still taste the iron of the blood. Every step I took toward Caine’s chambers felt louder than the previous one. Anger burned in my chest like a fire that I could not stop. I had found the blade buried and It had my father’s blood on it. The thought that someone inside our walls had used that weapon made my knuckles white around the handle.

The phone slipped from her fingers, skittering across the tiles Glass crunched under her palms and Blood, warm and sticky, trickled down the nape of her neck, soaking into her collar. Her vision blurred, colors bleeding together. She forced her eyes open, blinking against the dizziness. The figure crouched in front of her now, close enough that she could smell faint perfume… something floral and cloying, like wilting roses.

She bent close to the inked lines, eyes losing their surface sharpness and taking on the inward tilt Evelyn recognized as the beginning of a reading. “Moonsblood will ask a price,” Aleta said after a quiet minute. She kept her voice level, as if naming weather. “Not in blood, necessarily. But in truth. The man who called you will not accept victory if it comes too easily. He needs a story worth telling himself. You cannot change that. You can only refuse to be written in his evil script.” “We had planned for that,” Damon said.