Bad Born Blood Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

she said and stands up to sat beside me. "Well, putting aside his child like personality, he can be nice. Can" I said putting the very emphasis to the last word that I said. Justin smiled at me and dig in to her pasta and garlic bread. I open the book, The First Born, could be read on the first page of the book. Unlike the other books, materials and researches that I have that usually talk about everything about the Lycanthropes, this is the first time that I have encounter something about the first child from their race.

I sure as hell felt like one. “She is something else. And I know I have something to do with her existance.” I looked into my father’s weary eyes with a blank face. “Drinking Eden’s blood was the beginning of the end.” A/N Hello Everyone Firstly, I would love to pass on my sincerest apologies for the messed up chapters. I know you guys spend lots of money on coins and you only want what's best, which is what I promised.

I exhale loudly and make to snap the book shut but the sharp end prick my finger. With a hiss under my breath, I press my finger tightly as tiny drops of blood trickles down. The blood drops on the page and like a mystery, words begin to form, unraveling themselves. I watch with shock, my heart pounding against my ribcage at the swirling letters that aren't there before. As soon as it starts, the strokes end. I glance warily at my finger which has healed instantly and with my pulse spiking, I read the words; ‘Rare is the blood born beneath the crimson gaze of the moon,

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth. My heart began to pound. This was it. This had to be it. I opened the cover, the pages yellowed and brittle. The text was handwritten in an elegant, spidery script, the ink the color of dried blood. I scanned the passages, skipping over dense paragraphs about blood rites and soul transference, until a particular chapter heading caught my eye: "The Phoenix Ascendant."

Instinctively, my hand rested on the hilt of my sword as I stepped beside him. He picked up the first book on the stack: The Compendium of the First Blood. It was a book so old its pages were made of cured vellum that should have lasted ten thousand years. I watched as he opened it and gasped. Cold rushed through my veins—the book was mutilated. "This is the chapter about the ancient evils," Orion commented as he flipped the pages. It seemed like something, or someone, had reached into the book and torn off the pages with claws. I suppressed the anger bubbling to the surface at such damage done to something so historical.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

“Wait—” Bang. Blood splattered the wall behind him as his body hit the couch, lifeless. Collins walked over, calm as ever. “He thought he was untouchable.” I exhaled smoke, watching the blood pool beneath his shoes. “Nobody’s untouchable. Especially not thieves who bite the hand feeding them.”