Avenger Of Blood Bible Novels & Stories

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing. Her life had just changed forever.

Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon. "Only my blood? That's all? How to kill him? Doused him with blood?" Iris asked Eva and occasionally looked at the lemon that Tommy had given her. Eva deliberately held back her words as her hands worked deftly to put Iris' blood into the glass tube and then gave the blood back to her. "Devils will burn if they are exposed to your blood. Only one condition... The blood must enter the heart." Iris immediately touched her forehead, and she was almost shaky because of Eva's extraordinary level of imagination. Is the devil afraid of her blood? So how do you get the blood into the heart?

Kyle and Tatiana watched as Arda walked out of the room leaving them alone to look at the test subject “do you think that it would work? And that we finally be out of this prison?” “I know it would work, Kyle. You of all people know that I go by the saying ‘no better way to end this than a bloodline, and in this case, what better candidates than his idiot brother, and assassin cousin?”

"As it fades, I see the truth - in plain sight, yet hidden all along. We are all children of blood and bone. All instruments of vengeance and virtue. This truth holds me close, rocking me like a child in a mother's arms. It binds me in its love as death swallows me in its grasp." - Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Blood and Bone * * * *

“Let me finish him, Father.” “No,” the Blood Father said. “He is mine.” With a flick of his clawed hand, the heir was flung back into the shadows. John stepped away from Sarah, jaw clenched. “If this ends with blood, let’s spill it.” The Blood Father opened his arms. “So be it.” Outside the Hollow, Black Hollow burned. The sky bled red and black. Fires lit the horizon, and the wind carried screams. Saraphina and Callen fought back-to-back on the chapel steps, surrounded by villagers turning into beasts eyes black, mouths foaming with ancient rage.

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.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.