Avenger Of Blood Novels & Stories

They shoot her with all the bullets they have, but it doesn’t stop her. “We need vervain,” one of the hunters yelled, but was soon silent when Alpha Qillalon held him by the neck and decapitated him with his bare hands. The rare blood in his system is awakening. His black fur sheds as it turns silver, soaked by the blood of the enemies in front of them. It is no longer a battle or a war. It's a carnage. Two rare creatures stood high and mighty against the armored humans. A scene that belongs to 14th-century Europe.

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

"Avery, the east blocks are falling apart. Another wave of heats just hit. Three Alphas tore up a whole supply line fighting over one Omega. What's this fix you mentioned?" I pulled free from Damien and shoved the scanner at them. "My blood. Silver Fenrir pure. It counters the virus on contact. We rig a direct line into the central filtration hub. I volunteer. Full contribution." Jax whistled low, eyes wide. "Whoa, hold up. Your blood? Like, drain you dry? Avery, that's suicide. We just got the power back in some spots. People are already calling you the spark. Can't lose you now."

War cries filled the air. In the woman stood a familiar woman, her silver hair although stained with blood, it still shone under the sunlight as she moved like the wind, killing those who attacked her, werewolves and humans alike but she never attacked anyone. “That's… Ava.” Thane whispered. I turned to see everyone watching the woman— mesmerized, by the way she flowed seamlessly on the battlefield.

Ava's brand, invested with her magical substance, lustered in the dim light, ready to strike down any who dared approach. Despite the chaos, a minatory presence dallied at the edges of her mindfulness, an unseen bloodsucker staying for the perfect moment to strike. Ava could feel it, a cold tendril of dread that wound its way through her mind, but she had no time to consider its source. Her focus was on the battle, on the lives she demanded to cover, on the palm that must be secured. In the midst of the fray, Kairo fought courageously at Ava's side, her fidelity unwavering.

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.

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

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.

Blood and Bonds The rain-soaked clearing pulsed with tension, the air thick with the scent of wet earth, blood, and betrayal. Aria stood frozen, caught between Victor’s cruel smile and Caden’s blazing fury. The pack warriors flanked their Alpha, their eyes glowing in the firelight, while Victor’s rogues formed a loose circle, their claws and blades gleaming. Rollan’s blanket was still clutched in Aria’s trembling hands, a fragile tether to the son she’d do anything to protect.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.