Avenger Of Blood Novels & Stories

Lucien roared. “They’re not wolves,” Ava said, eyes glowing. “They’re nightmares.” —THE BLOOD QUEEN’S GIFT A scream split the sky. Not Ava’s. Hers. The Blood Queen descended on a stormcloud of darkness, cloaked in bone and crimson. Her silver eyes locked on Ava across the battlefield. “This was only the first taste,” she called. “Next time, I come for your throne.” Ava hurled a blade—but the Queen vanished into mist, laughing.

They cut both their palms and offers them to me. “I am Ninus Chaudhri, a vampire of the Blood God. I will uphold the vow that I, and my descendants, will not partake in human blood thru killing. If we dishonor this vow, my descendants and I will degenerate into simple monsters who want nothing but destroy.” “I am Inanna Manheimer, a vampire of the Blood God. I will uphold the vow that I, and my descendants, will not partake in human blood thru killing. If we dishonor this vow, my descendants and I will degenerate into simple monsters who want nothing but destroy.”

She asked. "Whores!" Someone yelled from the back. "Good, and?" she demanded calmly. They whispered amongst themselves and said nothing. "If that is all you want to say, then let me tick off a few things about the blood moons on my list. Shall I begin?" She asked, and they kept murmuring. "The blood moons are jerks. A strong pack, but preys on weaker packs," Ava said and I raised a brow. Where was she going with this?

I yelled. “I did, didn’t I? Well you see…that child has Alpha blood running through his veins…not just any Alpha lineage. The one with the first warrior bloodline and a powerful healer’s blood—a Bloodthorn. That child’s blood is what I need for this sacrifice. Bring the child,” Volkava ordered. “No!” I thought it was Elara but it’s Zuri. “What did you say?” Volkava’s voice dropped to a deadly tone. “I said no,” Zuri said.

Her eyes glowed faintly silver, and her smile… well, it showed just too many teeth. “Davorin,” she said, her voice like smoke curling in the air. “Back for your final year. And… who’s this?” “New transfer,” he said shortly. “Council orders.” Her gaze slid to me. She inhaled, and her pupils blew wide. “Half-blood?” she murmured. “How?” I tensed, instinct screaming at me to step back, but she was already circling like a shark. “Careful, Reyna,” Davorin said, his voice low. “She’s under my protection.”

The rogue grits out. Killian then slashes the knife down on the rogue’s shoulder, cutting through the skin and muscle. The rogue can’t hold back the scream of pain, and it shakes the dungeon causing dust to fall from the ceiling. “Why are you coming onto MY pack territory?” My father asks, having just picked up the syringe of wolfsbane. The knife wound may hurt, but wolfsbane is something that will feel like a thousand suns burning through your skin, roasting your skin from the inside out. The rogue casts a weary glance at the syringe my father is holding in his hand.

It was obvious she was somebody to her. “That woman, who always seems to be looked over, she is the one whose blood was spilled, but it was not just spilled. She was drained completely, killed like a sacrifice, by one that claimed to have loved her. She was not just a woman, but a mother also. My mother.” Say what now? Okay. That, I wasn’t expecting. “Then that would mean” – “That I am an avenger? Someone out for blood? And ancient being with power you can’t even imagine?”

“So what did the den hens have to say?” “The Coming Sun is Raven the blood caster of the Holy Clan. The new general is to be that sniveling brat Bradford and his wife, the adored lost queen is back and assuming her role. Everything is just peachy for the Bloodchild clan.” His arched eyebrows made him appear mischievous matching the arch of his upturned nose. He played with the long thick tendrils of her wavy hair.

“They’re here.” A hush fell over the warriors. Across the ridge, black banners appeared tattered cloth bearing the sigil of the ancient bloodlines. Red-eyed figures lined the horizon row upon row of vampires, their armor blackened, their blades dripping with dark magic. Among them, towering bloodspawn snorted and snarled, muscles rippling beneath thick hides. And at the heart of the army, a figure in crimson and silver a vampire lord, tall and cold, with eyes that glowed like coals.

Ava had tried to explain why the silver bloods should have been the first line of action, the casualties would be reduced, but now… I shook my head in anger, my breathing increased with all the energy that had been dispelled in fighting and more to go as they never stopped coming. “We need to retreat,” Ava suggested as she must have also noticed our dwindling number, “There's no way we can beat them all on our own,” she said in between gasps. Her silver locks had been coated with a red taint of her enemies, her eyes glowed a deep blue color that reflected the moonlight in them.