Beatrice Basler Strike The Blood Novels & Stories

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

“Go ahead and dig through it if you want.” “That is not necessary, Ma,” Sebastian said to his mother who just came in the bedroom, but his mother wouldn’t listen. “It’s better safe than sorry. She might have stolen money, which is why she doesn’t want to take what you offered her earlier," said Cecilia. Rylee just shook her head. “The only thing I’m taking is my stuff. I left everything your son bought, Cecilia.” “Rylee!” Sebastian exclaimed in shock. “Have some respect! She is my mother. Why would you call her by her first name?!"

I need to motivate myself so that everyone can see that I am capable of standing on my own… but first, I need to take a bath because it is extremely hot and I am completely sweaty. I was thinking about what I needed to do today while showering. I don’t have much of a plan; all I want to do is have fun and try new things. Is it possible that I should call Chase once more? They do, after all, live close by. The first song I played was Hozier’s ‘Take Me To Church.’ It’s such a catchy tune, and it’s a song that I can listen to on a regular basis. That music is incredible. I kept showering while humming the melody. It’s always wonderful to have a tiny concert in the bath; it makes me laugh.

Thalia, still standing. And she moves. One step. Then another. Thalia lifts the dagger again, but I see the fear finally crack her mask. She tries to say something—something clever or pleading—but it’s too late. Beatrice’s hands are claws before I even blink. She slashes once. Quick. Precise. Thalia gasps, then crumples. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Her knees hit the ground. Then her face. Beatrice walks right past her. Straight to me.

“I do not fear you like this pathetic mortal! Bastetia stays here so I suggest you come up with something that is desirable to you as payment.” Basille glared down at the sobbing pleading pathetic form of Scott. “Shut up, you pathetic ape!” Basille swung his sceptre at his head, colliding with his skull in a sickening crunch and crack and sending Scott crumpling to the floor, either dead or unconscious, no one could tell except for the blood that started to pool under his head.

Beatrice's heart raced as she met his intense gaze, realisation dawning on her that the confrontation was far from over. "She's already been whipped today," he snarled. "The plan is not to kill her." "I don't care!" Beatrice screamed, her voice a frenzied shriek that echoed off the cold stone walls, her eyes wild with a manic intensity as she struggled against his unyielding grip. "I want her dead! I'll do anything, anything at all! Let me go! I need to see her suffer!" Her breath came in ragged gasps, each word laced with a desperate fury that bordered on madness, revealing the depths of her obsession.

I yelled. Silas turned his head slightly, his violet eyes locking onto mine. He didn’t look threatened. He looked at me the way a man looks at an insect on his windshield. “The baseline,” Silas said, his voice a perfect, terrifying harmony. “The one who thinks he can protect a goddess with a piece of lead.” He flicked his wrist, and a wave of sound hit me like a physical blow. I was thrown back against the wall, my rifle spinning out of my hand. I felt my ribs snap, the pain white and blinding.

He stepped back instantly. “You and I both know I won’t give you my blood Caesar, nothing you can tell me is worth the price.” I said and even though I badly wanted to know the Vampire’s identity, I turned for the door, ready to leave without the information. Caesar sighed heavily behind me. “Fine. Give me the Beta’s blood instead.” I paused and glanced at Duke who shrugged. “If my Alpha wills it, I’ll give the bloodsucker a taste.” I glanced at Caesar who was staring at us intently then glanced back to Duke.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Their sheer force knocked the air from my lungs as leather straps snapped tight across my wrists, my ankles, and my waist, binding me completely. Beatrice stepped closer, her expression a mixture of fury and delight. “Pathetic!” She hissed, brushing my tangled hair from my face as I struggled helplessly. “You think you can steal my place? That a man like King Cassian will choose you over me? Keep dreaming!” Then she turned around and ordered a nurse sharply. “Make this transfusion memorable for her. Drain as much as you can. Only then will she learn to stay in her gutter.” The tears flowed down my cheeks as the nurse jabbed the needle into my skin, immediately following Beatrice’s command. M