Avenger Of Blood Novels & Stories

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

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.

It was the type of pain where even your gums and bones screamed in agony, your whole body rejecting its existence in this world. I cried into the pillow, feeling blood flowing out of my stomach and back, soaking the mattress. How much blood did werewolves have? I knew humans could bleed to death. Could werewolves too? When Alex came, would he do worse? I didn’t think I could handle it. I was now begging God to let me bleed to death. For Alex to treat me like this crazy bitch just had would destroy me.

"Look at how horribly Rachel’s family died! Their new house is still under renovation—they were about to move in. My nephew was just a month old!" His voice rose. "If it weren't for you, Rachel’s family would've been so happy!" A tide of relatives broke into sobs. "I'll give you the money back. We don't need you to pay for the funeral. You know why I didn't call the police?" He stepped toward me, advancing like a hunter. "Because I want you dead." He swung a knife toward my head. I grabbed Freddie's arm and begged, "It really wasn't me. If you've got the wrong person, then you'll get your hands dirty for nothing!"

“By hiding there.” I turn back to the window and imagine it. Sirens. Panic. Wolves forced to hold back while fear spills everywhere. “He thinks the city makes him safe,” I say. “But it makes him weak.” Lena steps closer. “And when he realizes?” “He will have nowhere to run,” I say. “Because he will not abandon them. That is his flaw.” Mark nods slowly. “And his bloodline?” I feel that old fire burn hotter. “It ends,” I say. “Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.”

He was going to play the Grim Reaper tonight and he had no remorse about it. “You kept her because you wanted to prevent this. She is alive and it is still happening. You may be my King but I am your friend and your safety is more important to me than whatever that woman has to say” his voice firm. I had no energy to comment anymore. I still felt bursts of the antidote in my system that urged me to go lay down in an ice bath and tremors from my blood that had gone missing from the blade. All the hassle to get that sword was to secure my blood and it was just gone. Right under my nose.

“Let them listen.” “This enemy is not just someone, sir,” the butler said quietly, his voice tightening with urgency. “It’s your own blood. Full blood. Your father is here—lurking in the shadows of this estate—and yet he’s done nothing. Nothing to stop your mother. He let her throw you and your brother into that arena like animals. And now, he’s letting both of you walk into the lion’s den at the auction.” Dorian stood in front of the tall mirror, shirt still open, gaze fixed on his bruised and battered reflection. His face was a canvas of exhaustion, resolve, and quiet fury. He exhaled slowly, the breath sharp from cracked ribs.

I flew backward, my back hitting the concrete pillar with a sickening crunch. I dropped my rifle. The air was gone from my lungs, my vision swimming with black spots. The Enforcer stood over me, his violet eyes cold and devoid of anything resembling mercy. “You are a baseline human,” he vibrated, the sound rattling my teeth. “You are a structural flaw in the new world. You will be removed.” He raised his arm, his fingers glowing with a concentrated violet light. I knew what was coming. He was going to hit me with a focused acoustic pulse that would turn my internal organs into jelly.

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.