Avenger Of Blood Novels & Stories

"Because of anger, hate... love. To defend the credence.... To protect what is theirs?" "Are you asking or telling me?" Sethlzaar frowned. "I'm telling you." "You're right, but the question is not why, but why." The man took another bite. "Love. Anger. Hate. These are secondary, and surmountable to being unimportant. Men fight because there is something they want that will not be given to them. So they take it. The avenger wants the life of whoever has wronged him, and his enemy wants to stay alive."

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!"

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

"You all will die, your soul shall be mine, the last drop of the blood clensing your sins, your torments will not end until death and death won't show mercy. Only that will do justice, I will return to avenge, for vengeance, for the last drop of blood, for crushing your bones. The Alpha of the Black moon, you shall pay." They had to face her Wrath That bone chilling voice got grave at the end, the calmness was haunting, people watched wide eyed as it dawned on the elders- the oath of blood, Adrian's legs shook with the impact. She shall rise, she will kill, she will massacre each one of them and the most bitter death would be his. The course of wind changed, red flames reaching high above st

“Oh, this is amusing. Do you honestly think you can outmatch me, Raven? Fine. Let’s see what you’ve got.” She raised her hand, and dark energy crackled around her fingers like storm clouds. Without hesitation, she hurled it toward me, but I dodged, the blast narrowly missing and scorching the wall behind me. I might not be a witch or have any special powers, but I was a killer. The fiery assassin of the Blood Fang tribe. I have haunted and killed every species there is and this… this would be no different! Amelia’s smirk faltered as she watched me move, her confidence waning. She might have had dark magic, but she underestimated me.

“Ava, you have to—” She understood before he finished. Her stomach dropped. She could barely stand; cutting again might tear her apart. But if they missed the archway now, they’d be swallowed. Silas skidded to a halt, wolf eyes burning into hers. “What do you need?” “Blood,” she whispered. “Mine.” He didn’t hesitate. He shifted back, kneeling, cradling her against him. “Do it quick.” Ava drew a shaky breath and pressed her palm to the dagger’s edge. Fresh pain lanced through her skin. The blade flared silver-white, runes crawling up its surface like tiny stars. She swung it once in an arc, not at the path but at the air itself.

Throats slit, just like the others. Orlando always loved theatrics. Blood and fear are his ink. “Such a bastard,” I whisper under my breath as i tightened my grip on my gun. A crunch of leaves. A shadow moves behind me. I turn fast, fire once. The man drops before he can even raise his weapon. Another tries to flank me, but a second shot silences him. My anger fuels more than the blood loss. I walk over the bodies into the house. Every step i take leads to Avelina. For years i have bled for my family, for Enzo and for my people. But tonight i bleed for her.

Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen. His eyes flashed red as his hair tuned white. He felt the runes etched and tattooed on his body awakening. “First tier of the Blood Born: Blood Knight.” Immediately, a scarlet broadsword appeared in his hand. The Slenderman lunged at him, and he sidestepped it, slashing at its legs. As it fell to the ground, he changed his position, smashing his feet into the thing’s face.

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.