Bad Blood Manhwa Novels & Stories

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. 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.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

Prophecy of Blood and Moon Long before Maverick Delacroix and Odessa Kingsleigh ever stood beneath the same sky, the world itself had begun to whisper. Ancient texts—half-burned, half-forgotten—spoke of a convergence marked by omens rather than dates. They told of a night when the moon would bleed silver instead of light, when roses would bloom black at dawn, and when shadows would no longer know which master they served. Vampires called it The Crimson Turning. The neko elders named it The Hour of Unbinding. Different tongues, same dread. In those prophecies, two figures always appeared at the center of the unraveling.

The mark on her wrist flickered faintly in rhythm with the flames—like her power couldn’t decide whether to rest or wake. Zevran crouched nearby, sharpening his blade with slow, deliberate strokes. Sparks leapt, reflecting in his eyes. He didn’t speak, and Kaelira wasn’t sure whether that made her more or less aware of him. Finally, she broke the silence. “You said Taren’s your brother’s son.” Zevran didn’t look up. “I did.” “And your brother—?” “Dead,” he said simply. “Killed by the Dominion when they learned he carried moonblood. He took their experiments to his grave.” His voice stayed calm, but Kaelira felt the flicker of something raw through the bond—pain, tightly caged.

And I froze when the walls became fully visible. My heart stopped. My breath caught in my throat. The walls were covered in something dark, wet and red. Blood! The walls were covered in blood. And words were written on it with blood. Large letters smeared across the concrete. On the wall, written in blood was a message meant only for me. I read them slowly. And each word was like a knife to my heart. "Irina is mine now. No one is coming for you. You will die in that chair, brother!"

Her heartbeat, quick and strong. Her blood, potent and forbidden, singing across the wind. It was more than hunger. It was destiny. I closed my eyes, my fangs pricking as I imagined her taste. Warmth flooding my mouth, power coursing through my veins like wildfire. A tribrid’s blood could make me unstoppable. But there was more. Beneath the hunger, something sharp and unfamiliar twisted in me. Jealousy. The image of her wrapped in Damien’s arms, his mark burning

I beg for mercy. "You are one disgusting man.That's what you said outside to me.You provoked me to hurt you and even now, your condition is too tempting to not touch you.I like when omegas cry, shows their only ability" He grins.I have never believed in the great Evil but right here, the man above me is worse than the Evil itself.My soul will be snatched from me and mask with his print.Nothing I could do to prevent myself the pain and destruction.

But that couldn't be any further than the dark truth. What will happen with her? Will the emotionless BloodHound that captured her grow a heart and try to save her or will she remain there trapped forever and at the mercy of a team of heartless doctors? What will happen when the cruel Alpha of the Laxian planet learns of her existence? Will she manage to escape him or will she be caught in his claws, set for a miserable life as his personal breeder? Warning: contains dark erotica themes such as non-consensual and/or violent sex

CHAPTER FIFTEEN. It was a bloody night. Zain Adolphus had spent nights in the woods, waging war against the rogues. He invaded their town and ripped apart each one of them he came across. The rogues could not stand the war he waged single handedly. There was blood in his eyes. He howled angrily at the universe. Looking around him, he discovered all the rogues in that town were dead. The surviving ones fled town. "Moon goddess!!" Zain yelled, slapping his cheeks hard that his hands burned. "She cannot be my mate, I reject her. She is too weak, I cannot and will never marry her. You have to do something about this."