Avenger Of Blood In The Bible Novels & Stories

Over and over, like we’re both testing to see who’ll give up first. Every time I walk into his room and see those curtains closed again, every time I look at him sitting there in that wheelchair refusing to even look at me, I’m reminded why I’m here. Not just for my mom’s surgery. Not just for the money. But because my brother put him in that chair. Because Lily Petrova was fourteen years old and she died screaming in a car her brother was driving, and Kai’s legs were crushed and his entire life was destroyed and it’s my fault.

He was massive, covered by thick armor plates and shattered before the dark red energy of forbidden blood. Vesper knew black blood from the cheek and had her blade circled. You breathed hard, but her smile was absolutely fearless. “Are you the lapdog of the Queen? Your wife didn't teach you how to walk.” The first hunter did not answer with words. He crashed at a speed on them that seemed impossible for his mass. Vesper ripped the titanium arm up, but the Savageness of the impact was so violent that it was torn by the feet. You slipped meter-wide over the muddy soil, the metal of its arm circled

Energy flooded my veins, my muscles bulging with seemingly endless strength. My canines extended into fangs, my nails sharpened into claws, and my black hair bleached into a silvery white. I shifted into a white, agile she-wolf. However, vengeance consumed my entire reason. The last thing on my mind was to celebrate my first shift. This was for my unborn pup and my poor, sweet brother, Jake. I pounced on Anna and Jake. “I’m going to kill you.”

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

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!"

Then the thing shifted again—and it was Alessio himself, younger, afraid, cornered, pointing a gun at a boy who would not fight back. The vault wasn’t memory. It was punishment. It moved like it knew the deepest parts of you—and hated them. The walls pulsed. Then the whisper returned. “One blood must break for the rest to live.” Alessio turned to Emilia. Her face had gone pale, but not from fear. From recognition. “What does it mean?” he asked. “It means what it always meant,” she said. “We were never meant to survive each other. This war... it was designed.”

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

She uttered. "You have a lot to learn Gwen and I don't know if I can tell you everything but just know that you are special, too precious, if possible, you are not supposed to exist among us because what you carry is beyond us and if anyone ever finds out who you are, it's not going to end well for the world. Your blood is like liquid fire, it attracts and it's destroys. Make sure to never bleed, okay?" Gwen quickly nodded. "Does it attracts only men?"

Her voice has mixed emotions: relief, desperation, but most of all, she appeared to be on the verge of a meltdown. “Do what?” “Why the hell did you run in front of Uncle Raven that way?” “Because you were going to do it. You were running to use yourself as a fucking body shield. Did you expect me to let you sacrifice yourself?” “That’s my duty as part of the brotherhood.” “It is not your duty to get yourself killed.” “And it’s not your duty, either. Since when do you give a f*ck about Uncle Raven?” “I don’t. The only one I ever gave a f*ck about is you.”

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.