Avenger Of Blood Novels & Stories

Even though they had anchored the ship for a few moments people did not seem to want to approach the boat. “Hide, now” Ophelia tells Avisa, she already knows unlike the men they had killed, the approaching two are not to be taken lightly. Vampires, one of the races Avisa hates passionately since she remembers her mother’s bloodless body that submerged, those bloodsuckers had drunk her mother dry. It was two men, they had dressed formally, they wore shiny black shoes and black suits, one had a white shirt, and the other wore a black shirt.

They wanted her blood. She wasn’t going to give it to them. As she stepped outside, she saw the first soldier land nearby. He froze when he saw her eyes glowing faint gold. “Drop your weapon,” she said quietly. He didn’t. So she raised her hand. The ground beneath him erupted, tossing him backward into the flames. The others shouted, scattering, firing blindly. Ava moved through the chaos like a storm, the serum in her veins guiding her, protecting her. But she wasn’t fighting to kill. She was fighting to end it.

Aric, a vicious bastard that he was, kept pulling me by the hair, dragging me across the floor towards the entrance, while I kicked hands and legs in desperation, my wails falling on deaf ears. Or so I thought… Just then, a door flung open somewhere in the back, and someone came flying at Aric with a raised fist, sending him sprawling in a loud crash. As he fell, releasing his grip on my hair, I immediately scrambled to my feet, going for my brother. But I paused dead in my tracks instead, my eyes taking in the black-suited man in his own pool of blood. When did this happen? Who killed him? Definitely not Dante. He didn’t have that kind of gut yet.. plus he looked...

His face was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him. “You… you must be mistaken,” he whispered, his voice low, almost cold. I raised a brow at him. “Do I look like I’m mistaken? My father is never wrong either.” My eyes met his, fierce and unwavering. Damon exhaled slowly, the anger and worry in his chest visible in the way his shoulders stiffened. “Avery, the blood reapers…They are ruthless,” he said finally, voice low, almost a growl. “Cold-blooded. They don’t care who gets hurt… or how much chaos they cause. Some of the rogues my uncle sent to the pack to get me distracted… they were from the Blood Reapers. They used… some kind of elixir to strengthen themselves. Makes them a

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."

The ridge split apart like a curtain. The Bloodforged that dropped into the pass wasn’t merely tall — it was wrong. Its body was built of bone and leather stitched into impossible angles, its arms too long, its back arched like a predator mid-lunge. The glow in its veins pulsed faster than the beat of any heart. And this one had a face. Killian’s breath caught. The stretched, ruined features were unmistakable — Lord Averre, the noble he’d gutted for the ledger. Except Averre’s eyes burned red now, and his mouth was sewn shut.

Thick, dark alpha blood was dripping steadily through his fingers, staining the white flagstones. Vespera Crowe stared at the Alpha with bloodshot, unhinged eyes, her chest heaving with absolute fury that her strike hadn't severed his life. “I’ll slaughter your entire bloodline! I’ll rip the heart out of every Blackthorne!” she screamed, her voice completely consumed by the madness of her rogue shift as she tried to wrench the knife from his iron grip to strike again. She was completely beyond the reach of reason; she wouldn't stop until the floor was covered in blood.

He’d been so gentle and loving towards me at the hospital, that I’d almost forgotten who he was. But he was Rain Blood! Rogue alpha of the most dangerous and notorious pack of rogues that had ever been – Gods of War! He didn’t show mercy. He didn’t even show emotions. He didn’t even have a heart… So if this was the punishment he saw fit for someone disobeying him, who were I to oppose him? Hell, some might call it karma. He did this because they’d hurt me first. Tortured me and humiliated me. Some might even say he did it for me and I should feel flattered…

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

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.