Bad Born Blood Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

She flipped the pages, and more and more writing appeared, I sat down next to her, “it is your story.” She nodded, “not all of it is mine, the first few chapters are of who we were, how and why we were born, but,” she flipped through half the book, “here is where I begin, this is my entire life so far, where I was, my mother’s teachings, her capture, Hera killing her, how I escaped and then here is yours.” She handed me the book and I glanced it over, it was vague but yes, it was my story and much shorter than hers, but then it spoke of the last Alpha, it didn’t name him, just that he was the last of the blood line of the Moon Luna and the goddess Selene and that his fated mate would be me,

And black jeans that were ripped. As he crouched beside me and leaned a little towards me,I saw the beginings of a tattoo peep through the collar of his shirt. He sat beside me on the ground,concern in his gaze as he listened. I felt stupid at first , unwilling to talk.But he validated my feelings in a way that made me want to keep talking to him. And this scared me.Considering he was a total stranger whom I knew nothing about. And judging from his appearance,looked like bad news.The kind mothers warned their daughters to stay away from.

(And he got on his legs, chasing her like a predator after a prey. Tbc... Author's Notes Here's the first chapter! Hope it was good. Don't forget to comment and vote XOXO We also have a Map of BRAVO CONTINENT and Brave Blood Pack.

“That… wasn’t part of any plan.” Grey reached for his weapon. “Mira…” But she was already running toward the sound. Through the trees. Over roots. Down the slope. Until she reached the clearing at the edge of the old burial site. And saw her. A girl. Barefoot. Shivering. Eyes glowing silver. She looked up at Mira and whispered one word. “Mother?” End of Chapter Sixteen …………………. The Blood Moon is rising ahead of schedule. Mira is out of time and now a child with her eyes and her scent stands in the dark, calling her mother. But how can that be… unless her future has already begun unraveling into the present?

Chapter 6: The Price of Power Karina stood at the center of the dimly lit chamber, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. Her fingers tingled with the strange, foreign power that surged beneath her skin. The bloodline—her blood—was the key to something far darker than she had imagined. But the deeper she felt into it, the clearer it became: this wasn’t just a ritual. This was a war—one that would cost her everything, but one she could win.

They were self-explanatory, and she would be able to tell which part of the book was most promising. She flipped through until she reached the back of the book with the cautionary tales. She skipped over the first one about Lysander, and the next few didn't seem promising either. Story after story passed by, and she was about to give up and read it closely for hints . . . until the very last section. Her fingers froze, her breath caught in her chest, and horror coursed through her veins as she read the title of the section: 'Blood Magic and the Creation of the Vampire-Human Child'

The chapter closes with Jade finding brief, fragile safety in Kain’s embrace, setting up the emotional and romantic escalation while Scarlett’s vendetta simmers unresolved. ❤️ Chapter 66: Quinns’ Newborn Daughter / Kain’s Backstory This chapter flashes back to Kain’s past, illuminating his fractured family, parental betrayals, and the high-stakes environment that shaped him. Kain confronts his father over manipulation, marriage politics, and the painful truth about his mother and Madeline’s schemes. Threatened, angry, and desperate for agency, Kain storms out, leaving his childhood behind. The narrative shows him as a man forged by trauma, guilt, and loyalty, highlighting the psychological d

It wasn’t meant for mortals, or even for werewolves like me. The air shifted, growing colder, heavier. The forest seemed to hold its breath. Even the night creatures had gone silent, as though they knew something terrible was about to happen. I drew the dagger and sliced my palm, the pain sharp and immediate. Blood welled up, dark and red, spilling into the waiting bowl. I added Paige’s blood next, mingling our life forces together. The moment the two drops touched, a low hum vibrated through the ground beneath my feet.