Avenger Of Blood Bible Novels & Stories

I yelled. “I did, didn’t I? Well you see…that child has Alpha blood running through his veins…not just any Alpha lineage. The one with the first warrior bloodline and a powerful healer’s blood—a Bloodthorn. That child’s blood is what I need for this sacrifice. Bring the child,” Volkava ordered. “No!” I thought it was Elara but it’s Zuri. “What did you say?” Volkava’s voice dropped to a deadly tone. “I said no,” Zuri said.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them I saw the wind, water, earth, fire, dark and light balls surrounding me. "You did it princess!" Dad said. I'm so happy. Finally! Underworld I will get you again. I will bring everything back to what it is before. I am Aliyah Savannah Bloodstone, daughter of Drake Javier and Athena Evangeline Bloodstone. Lycans wait for your downfall.

Alpha King Thorne – my blood, my legacy. The vision darkens, shifting to betrayal: Marcus, his rugged face twisted in regret, dark eyes haunted and glistening with tears as he raises the gun. “For your own good, Liora,” he chokes out, his voice breaking, hand trembling. The crack of gunfire echoes; silver bullets sear through my flesh, burning like liquid fire. I collapse at Blood Moon’s border, darkness swallowing me whole, the pain so vivid I gasp aloud, clutching my side where old scars throb.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, I was not only scared for myself that I had handed my heart over to this man, I was also scared for his people, I needed to know what inspired such hatred to murder his people. “You want to know the truth? I will tell you.” He strolled from the throne towards me, “The world I told that was built by me and my two friends, these people are the descendants. We made a blood covenant that whichever one of us dies first, our power should be given to the next who was alive to maintain the balance of the park for greater good. Their fathers saw us as a threat and opted to end our lives. For each one they killed, their powers were absorbed into my blood, the same blood I

“It’s about the child of prophecy.” A chill seeps into my bones, and my fists clench at my sides. The silence in the room seems to thicken. “What about it?” “The child of prophecy is a male,” Gaza replies. “Born of royal blood, and can be identified by the colour of his hair.” My neck tilts. “Hair colour? What’s the colour?” He straightens, eyes burning a strange orange colour before returning to its normal amber. “White.” A sharp inhale sounds.

Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny. The form became more vivid as the lifeless colours brought life in the painting. And then, like a gentle stroke of a fine paintbrush on the canvas, an obnoxiously metallic smell of blood wafted in my nostrils. Blood! The colours swirled and turned into something more vivid. I could see the form clearly now. I scrunched up my nose as the smell of fresh blood became more intense, almost unbearable. I walked to the figure through the blur and hollow, my instinct telling me to stop.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

He thought of all the evil conversations his mother had against him and his rage increased. “How does it feel to have your plan work against you?” he asked her as she was writhing in pain. “If you ask me, I’ll say it’s exciting.” “B-but…I’m your mother,” his mother said as she gasped for breath. Cassian clenched his jaw and said, “You are no mother to me.” And with that, he felt a pang of hunger and somehow, his instinct told him he needed to feed. Blinded by rage, he plunged his teeth into her neck and sucked out blood. He didn’t know how long he kept feeding, but long enough for his father to hit his head with an iron. His head collided with the hard surface and he felt a stinging pain at

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.

Hill was dragged by the collar and thrown over, lying prone on the ground, looking abject. Ben asked, “What's the situation?” He at this time had a very frightening look on his face, akin to an enraged Devil, the God of the Underworld, filled with an intense murderous aura throughout his being. However, Hill persisted resiliently, refusing to give a single response. Ben asked again, “Are you going to answer or not?” While Hill was being interrogated, the bodyguards forcefully stepped on him again. He unable to bear the pain, wailed and yelled on the ground, but still refused to answer, instead changing the topic: