Age Of Blood Novels & Stories

But I can't bring my self to tell her that. I tried to prepare Tim for the blood moon. The blood moon comes every seventy years. I have been through many blood moons, so now they don't really affect me anymore. This being Tim's first blood moon, the first one is the worse. The blood moon effect brings out this power in us, making Lycans more aggressive.

But now—together. All of us. Storm and blood. Mortal and divine. Ready. **MY BLOOD WIZARD SYSTEM** **Book 1: Storm Academy Arc** **Interlude – New Blood, Old Flames** **Riley Kane & Thorne POV – August 2032 – Storm Academy Gates** The portal from Baton Rouge spits them out onto a cobblestone path lined with cherry trees that shouldn’t be blooming in August.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

“He won’t. Not from me. But you gotta be careful. The family’s got eyes everywhere.” I knew that. Too well. The Volkov syndicate wasn’t just a business; it was a web of obligations, secrets, and betrayals waiting to happen. My mother had learned that the hard way—gunned down in a crossfire when I was twelve because some rival thought she knew too much. I’d sworn then I’d never let anyone close enough to become a target. And yet, here I was, dreaming about Ethan like he was the answer to prayers I didn’t even make.

‎ ‎A drop of blood. ‎ ‎ ‎

Scratching the side of my jaw, I slowly nod my head, unsure if I’m making the right decision, and ask, “Can we wait a few days, so my wife will get the chance to be at his side if he passes?” “We can do that.” “Will you require more blood from me for Nate?” My blood type is O, and it’s a very rare one, just like Nate's, who is type AB. My blood cells are very universal, giving me the benefit of being able to donate to anyone. I suppose you can say it’s a rare superpower I possess. As for Nate, he can not receive blood from just anyone. Riddled with guilt and the images of Mia using her body as a human shield to protect my abi, I offered to donate my blood to Nate without hesitation—twice.

Did they really add a condition to this blue blood thing? “Yup,” she responds, popping the p sound. “The last blue blood here was like 50 centuries ago? And the one before that was like 60??” She shakes her head, “I don't know..but you get the gist.” I nod my head slowly, still baffled at the science or —whatever it is— of it. “So, in the next century, I'll be the only one on earth.” “Yes, love. And werewolves age slowly. Very slow.”

All I ever truly wanted was my Azura. I looked down at my little angel again, not liking how pale she seemed. She looked so little in the hospital bed, that I wondered how old she really was. Seeing her, you’d think she was no more than a teenager. But it had been 10 years since I saw her last. She was definitely an adult... Looking at her, I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I’d dreamed of this moment so many times, but never had I imagined finding her beaten and bloody. In any pack we attacked, I’d always given my men ONE simple rule to follow:

Joffery Theon smirked perversely at Ava. Ava’s beauty, at the age of 24, with beautiful seven-year-old sextuplets, had not changed one bit. She was ethereal and remained young, like she was still at the age of 17. People with the blood of the Lycans do not age one bit in appearance. They stop growing older in appearance at the age of 17 years, and changes in appearance like humans resume at the age of 50 years, mostly for women. Unlike men, they do change in appearance like ordinary humans but at a slower rate.

You know, I'm not used to this type of lifestyle. She nods. "I was told you lived as a human all your life." She says this while glancing at me. "But it doesn't make sense to me that you have werewolf blood in you. Before you were sixteen, you ought to have shifted. Once a werewolf is born, most of them shift before they turn 16 or 18, at most. After that age, they can start looking for their mate. I'm not sure why yours was different." She rambles, and I exhale quietly before settling down on a little stone under a tree. She followed and did the same.