Avenger Of Blood Bible Mga Nobela at Kwento

Trevor raked his hand through his hair. He would have to find a way to threaten her again, or she won't agree. And even if she does, those mutts and old witches won't let her give her blood. Right now, Avyanna is like a humongous ball of power, and he knows how powerful only a small amount of blood can be. If possible, Dante might even get up to attack Avyanna and others and initiate the war. That way the things they did so far would become useless. Trevor sighed loudly.

“Which makes the infirmary next anyway. Go, talk to Evie, maybe we can beat them to it.” Max rushed out. “Alpha Drake, there is something I need to tell you.” Trenton spoke up after Max left. “Actually, that I need to show you.” My father looked at him as he pulled out a switchblade, he cut his palm and a silver liquid started coming out before the wound closed. “When you were brought in your blood was red. Like it should be. What is this?” My father demanded. “When my blood flows with permission it is silver. My mother was not only a hunter. She was part angel.” Trenton looked at me. “Just like Avery.”

With the rush continuing to burn in his veins, Alex gazed at the blood coating his blade and his eyes widened in astonishment as the realization came to him; he had slaughtered nearly twenty adversaries in the motion of a single attack pattern. How was this possible? he said to himself. His mind had been so numb that he was hardly awake while he fought, but the Ravennites certainly noticed his actions. They were fighting now not with a sense of vengeance, but with the convictions that he was giving them. They fought as if they were in the very presence of something divine.

“Then we stop running.” The revenants descended like a wave. Bianca raised her hand and the serpent sigil on her armor flared bright. The ground split. From beneath the marble, crimson energy erupted, swallowing the first line of enemies whole. The rest hesitated, if only for a heartbeat. Bianca stepped forward, voice carrying above the inferno. “I am not your queen by birth. I am your queen by blood. Remember whose fire forged you!” And then she charged. The battle tore through Rome like a fever dream.

Then he allowed the few drops of blood to fall on the paper, creating a beautiful red pattern, before his wound healed at a very fast pace. Lilith smirked as she received the piece of paper. “Don’t go back on your word or you will regret it, Draven, or should I say, Carl?.” She warned and licked her lips playfully. He stood there, peering into her eyes expressionlessly. One would think, by her looks, that she was quite innocent and wasn’t able to harm a fly, but he knew not to be deceived. He knew that behind all that mask, she was truly a merciless and cold-hearted killer, and have seen her slay a lot of people, without remorse.

“They’re desperate though. Six month contract. One-twenty total if you can stick it out but I bet anyone can make it that far.” Renee whistles low. “Damn.” “Yeah. But I wouldn’t do it for double. That family’s cursed.” The name sits in my chest like a stone. Petrova. “Wait.” Beth’s voice drops. “Isn’t that the family from that accident? A few years ago?” “Yeah. The daughter died. God. Lily… she was only fourteen. Brother was driving. Kai Petrova. Car got hit and she died at the scene. He’s in a wheelchair now.”

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"