Avenger Of Blood Bible Novels & Stories

They are the results of my blood, sweat, tears and sacrifice. I am the god of Alkhemi. No other King is a match for me. Not the Vampire King. Not Lust who is the head of the Land of Avsky. And definitely not the Lycan King. Rome spits out blood. My eyes widen as I notice its color — it is red. Dark red blood. This must be the reason why his blood is the cure.

“They’re here.” A hush fell over the warriors. Across the ridge, black banners appeared tattered cloth bearing the sigil of the ancient bloodlines. Red-eyed figures lined the horizon row upon row of vampires, their armor blackened, their blades dripping with dark magic. Among them, towering bloodspawn snorted and snarled, muscles rippling beneath thick hides. And at the heart of the army, a figure in crimson and silver a vampire lord, tall and cold, with eyes that glowed like coals.

Riana’s pulse quickened. Powerful, was the word that resonated with the legends of the Blood King. The ancient vampire, a figure of immense power who was said to have ruled the Crimson Zone with an iron fist, his thirst for blood insatiable, his cruelty legendary. He was a tyrant, a monster, a god in his own right. And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening.

The pages were not stories. They were names. Hundreds of them. Each followed by dates. Promises. Consequences. She turned the page. And froze. Mara Vale — Keeper by Blood Below it: Elara Vale — Successor Her breath caught. Successor to what? She flipped through faster. Every “keeper” had died young. Some disappeared. Some were executed. Some simply vanished. They were not honored. They were used. Footsteps echoed below. “Elara,” Cassian’s voice called sharply.

Alexis spread her arms, and closed her eyes for a moment on there right now. “Ego Alexis Calder. Hominibus puro sanguine in corpore toto. Purus lamia venator sanguis. Auxilium tuum peto venatores lamia in circuitu mundi. Ubicumque es, modo ad me veni. Auxilium tuum mihi opus est contra bellum cum lamis malis. Huc veni, quaeso, venatores lamia circum orbem. Adiuva me ut perficiam propositum vitae meae ut mala lamia ex hac terra deleam. Ponere posse stateram vitae nostrae, sicut venatores lamiae, boni lamiae, et homines. Ego Alexis Calder, venator vampire sangui- nis. Iterum te rogans, venatores lamia in circuitu mundi ad me veni et adiuva me ut hoc bellum vincas. Veni. et veni...” Alexis mutt

she hummed. "Wait, I thought that Ravana was the first," Layla asked confused. "Ravana was the first cursed and Atreus the second," Niniane corrected. "And to clarify, the first chosen wasn't exactly a vampire. But he was a powerful being, so Ravana murdered the first chosen. In doing so, he and all of the vampire bloodlines were cursed."

Beth said ‘Hmmm, which do you think he would choose?” Arnold asked “He’d probably summon all the universal Leviathans” Rachael said “No, he wouldn’t dare” Beth said “And why” Uzor asked “They would destroy him and this world because he has no power over them” Beth said “He is keeping the blood for Bazel” Arnold said “Yes, he keeps the blood so he can use it against Bazel after their dream victory” Beth said ‘I see, so Lucifer plans on using the blood against Bazel” Uzor said

“To Jarl Torvald Ironvein, The pack of Blackthorn greets you under winter sky. We accept renewed trade and shared defense of the mountain spine. Tolls shall be divided equally. Patrols shall ride together where borders meet. These things we pledge. Yet the Goddess speaks through bond, not ink alone. The crescent mark held honor in its time. It yields now to true mating, revealed under blood moon. We declare no diminishment of past alliances, only the precedence of divine will over mortal arrangement. Let this truth stand between us, unbent. Signed in strength and honor, Damien Blackthorn, Alpha Ashley Voss Blackthorn, Luna” Silence followed the reading. Gideon exhaled. “It walks the edge. Fi

We all had. But that didn’t make it easier. People assumed that killing came naturally to Alphas. That violence was something we relished, and that it fed the beast inside us. Yes, being an Alpha automatically meant having a beast within but they were not exactly right. I had taken my first life at thirteen. It was a rogue who had attacked my mother during a border skirmish. I had acted on instinct, ripping his throat out before I’d even fully processed what was happening. The smell of the blood surrounded me and instead of filling me with pride, all I felt was shame.

This was about blood. And before this was over, Moscow would drown in it. "I am coming for you, brother," I whispered to the rain. "And when I find you, you will beg for death before I am done.”