Bad Born Blood Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

No one needed to tell me that i was bleeding badly, as my hair was soaked in my own blood. As he lifted me up like a baby, i felt at home again. . Author's Comment: I made this chapter free as I understand that most of this Chapter's content has already been previously uploaded in the introduction

"You drank it, my blood, pure vampire blood. Now you are part of the Haltz Clan and my right hand." Al immediately wiped his mouth roughly, "Why are you being so arbitrary!?" he said annoyed. "Oh yeah...? That's just how I am," he replied coldly. #to be continued in Chapter 3.1 - Ignored

With the lives that will link from one person to another, shall HE say? “Let’s begin with the first chapter of this book.” With a snap from HIM that echoes and engulfs everything for a second into the darkness. The light of the tainted red blood moon is eminent into the hour and supposed to be the time of the early day. To the time that freezes, the people that are taken into a full stop from the disaster that they escape unto the nick of their hair. The surroundings and everything around that are tainted with the mix of black and red from the family line that drops within it. She is somehow frozen in place, back unto the wall, eyes that can see everything as she took the cloth out from the

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

The wind was cold and humid, and the minty scent of the village mixed with the smell of the sautéed potatoes and carrots. After their talk they headed out and prepared dinner. Serra felt a little bit light now. The thorns that wrapped her heart were loosen. There's still pain inside her but at least it's not as heavy as before. She's still in awe after all the revelations and Serra's still in the process of absorbing them. Her father and mother were Badbloods. Does that mean she and her sister were Badbloods too? But it isn't hereditary and she hoped and prays she isn't.

Chapter 1: The Blood That Started It All The past never fades. It lingers like the scent of gunpowder and the taste of blood, clinging to Isla Romano’s soul. She was sixteen when she watched her father die. The night was cold, the cobblestone street slick with rain, reflecting the city lights in eerie streaks of gold and crimson. The Romano estate, once a fortress, now stood vulnerable under the weight of betrayal. The scent of iron filled the air. The world slowed as Isla’s father, Emilio Romano, fell to his knees, blood seeping into the ground beneath him.

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.

Prologue The night is bright as the full moon casts its light over the city, the darkness fleeing from its beams and clinging to corners where it can hide from the light. It is indeed a beautiful night. The quiet of the night begins to fade as the echoes of rain start their reign, but that isn’t the only noise. They’re at it again. The rogue alphas twist the blessing of the moon goddess to create their own with a bite, turning it into a curse. The screams of innocents, who know nothing about our world, echo alongside the rain as their freedom to choose between the ordinary and the supernatural is whisked out of their hands with a bite. The screams grow louder as Hugo, the alpha of the Bloodl

I made my way home in my limousine, seated at the back, I closed my eyes, my fingers massaging my forehead trying to ease the growing headache, I hate parties like this, and this reoccurring thoughts that I have tried so much to stop. I could remember I had told my father goodbye and then left for the city that day after the meeting with David, the thought of what he and his daughter had done made me worked night and day until i purchased my first company, i was excellent at my job, found companies that were on the verge of bankruptcy, bought them and divided them up, making huge sums of money, my first takeover had led to many, many more, i was now worth far more than Lilith and her father

A beautiful visage of Freya appears, overlapping the features of her most faithful subject: The bond which bridges your divide, With blood and lust, shall be cast aside; A bond that cannot be remade, Until the blood has been repaid. As soon as I heard the line about her unborn child, I turned to look at Hanson, which was the only reason that I saw that soulmate bond finally break, bringing him to his knees in agony as he screams at the tearing and ripping pain occurring within his chest. With a final look at Jezebel, I see as she grows brighter and brighter with a power and strength not her own until a blast of light throws everyone and anyone far and wide. Werewolves land on witches. Witche