Baron Blood Marvel Novels & Stories

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

She had told him that his destiny was entwined with that of the Bloodwolf of this century, and she had warned him not to leave the meeting. He inhaled deeply. There was something else to talk about. "There's something else," he said. She looked at him, "What?" "The meeting at Belfast was called about a superstitious Bloodwolf," he said. "It was said that the wolf is going to be red in color, and in all my life, I haven't seen any color such as yours..." She looked away. "Do you know anything of this?" He asked. She nodded, still not meeting his gaze. "That was what my brother came here to tell me. He is, um, Jermaine's Beta, and somehow, he had gotten inside information about the cause of th

“Hi, Baron.” He growls. “Little mate, I do not have the control that Cayd has. If you kiss me, I may just kiss you until you’re past the point of needing air,” he says, making me giggle. “I’ll never let him do that. And he wouldn’t anyway. You’re much to precious to us for either of us to let anything happen to you,” Cayd says. “I think, with dragon blood, she can take more than you are giving her credit for, Cayd,” Baron says out loud so I can hear.

"You needed to have seen her face when she saw her roommate covered in blood" Baron hissed "who is fucking with us like this? You still think we shouldn't involve other clans?" Is he serious? "She was bitten by a vampire Baron, a vampire. That means whoever that is doing this is one of us. We don't even know who is doing this and you want us to invite them. What if these people we want to invite are actually those doing this to us?" Baron sat down on the empty seat. "I don't know what else to say Cardin. During times like this, I'm grateful that I'm not a prince or a leader"

Aaron retorted. “Are you both joining forces against me?” I raised a brow at both of me. They seemed to realize that and moved away from the other. Baron came to pull me into a hug, I sighed and allowed him. He was a very important aspect of my life. Despite his roguish nature, Baron was a wonderful person. “I’m sorry, I just feel like snapping their necks especially that one that laid his hands on you. They could have raped you.” “I know and I’m grateful, but don’t kill them. I don’t have any issue with you trying to get answers from them but it would not help our case if we have two dead bodies on our hands.”

The Mondragon empire, the mafia world's old king, and his enemy. The enormous man, who looked like he was in his early twenties, called his brother a "pathetic orphan" with harshness in his voice as the man forced his automatic weapon down his brother's throat and continuously pressed the trigger. Every bullet fired at his brother's head felt like a bigger bullet being shot as well into his own heart. He witnessed his brother, Gabriel's own blood gushing from each bullet wound. His entire face was becoming lifeless and deformed, resembling that of a worthless animal.

His voice is calm, but sharp enough to slice bone. "An ordinary Beta," he says, "dares to draw blood from me?" Bernardo’s face twists in agony. His jaw clenches. “Go to hell,” he rasps. Arwan tilts his head. “That was bold,” he says, almost amused. “But stupid.” Theon's stomach turns as he watches Arwan raise his hand higher. Bernardo jerks in the air again—violently this time. Bones creak. Theon's claws twitch, instincts begging him to move.

I could smell his cologne expensive, sharp, familiar. "You’re insane," I said, reaching for the door. Before I could touch it, the door slammed shut. Two men stepped from the shadows, blocking the exit. Lorenzo leaned close, his voice deadly soft. "The games are over. You’re coming with me. You’ll live under my roof. Follow my rules. And give me my heir." "I'm not going anywhere," I snapped. "You destroyed my family." "And yet," he said, glancing at my stomach, "you carry my blood."

"I didn't like that. My grandfather was mine. Only mine. So I decided Dante had to die too. And you as well. And everyone who took what was mine." "That's why you kidnapped Alessia. That's why you brought Marco. That's why." "That's why everything." The boy smiled. "Marco is useful. He thinks he controls me, but I control him. Luca too. Alessia too. They all do what I say without even realizing it." Marco fell to his knees. His face had drained of all color. "You're a monster," she whispered. "No." The boy shook his head. "I'm a Moretti." 12:18 a.m.

“I am Laurent Ford, the Alpha King and Jennie’s grandfather. “Twenty-two years ago, my daughter kept her royal blood a secret and mated with you. Now, I’m taking my granddaughter, Jennie, home.” Dread washed over Gale. “No, Alpha Ford. This has to be a mistake. Jennie has never shifted. She can’t even beat an Omega. Thanks to the Bates’ standing in the pack, Joey looked past her flaw and mated with her.” Even at this point, Gale refused to believe that I carried the Alpha King’s blood in me. I scoffed, my voice dripping with disdain, “Oh, I forgot to mention that I have shifted today. Like Mom, I am a white wolf. The moonstone is the Moon Goddess’ gift to white wolves. Please return the ston