Avenger Of Blood Bible Novels & Stories

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:

No one played Sven for a fool. *** Ava materialized in the middle of the fight. Vampire versus werewolves and vampires versus vampires. Both sides came toward her, neither sure on which side she belonged. With her body back to being a shadow with form, she walked through them unharmed, looking for the binding rune. She had found it where she had least expected it.

“So what did the den hens have to say?” “The Coming Sun is Raven the blood caster of the Holy Clan. The new general is to be that sniveling brat Bradford and his wife, the adored lost queen is back and assuming her role. Everything is just peachy for the Bloodchild clan.” His arched eyebrows made him appear mischievous matching the arch of his upturned nose. He played with the long thick tendrils of her wavy hair.

The cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age, but the script inside was surprisingly legible. She flipped through it, her breath catching as she read the first few lines: "To those who follow, beware. The Blood King walks a path of shadows, tethered to the Crimson Fated by fate and fire. Their union will either save us or doom us all." Aria’s heart raced as she scanned further. The entries spoke of Lucian Draevan, the Blood King—a name she recognized from old hunter lore. He was a vampire lord from centuries past, known for his ruthlessness and enigmatic disappearance after a great war.

"I can testify, too. I saw Dr. Morrow perform surgery on this gentleman." "The surgery on your father was done by these two. I heard them talking. This woman grabbed the wrong clamp and severed your father's major artery." Giselle never imagined a third person knew the truth. She blurted, "It wasn't intentional. He didn't avoid it." The attacker, piecing together the situation, glared at Giselle. "My father had general anesthesia. How could he avoid it? You scum! You killed my father, and now you want to frame others?"

I screamed, feeling on the verge of losing my mind. Blood was dripping from my fingers, but I didn't even feel the pain as I gripped the blade. Mom didn't even glance at my injury. She nodded firmly. "Yes!"

It was obvious she was somebody to her. “That woman, who always seems to be looked over, she is the one whose blood was spilled, but it was not just spilled. She was drained completely, killed like a sacrifice, by one that claimed to have loved her. She was not just a woman, but a mother also. My mother.” Say what now? Okay. That, I wasn’t expecting. “Then that would mean” – “That I am an avenger? Someone out for blood? And ancient being with power you can’t even imagine?”