Beatrice Basler Strike The Blood Novels & Stories

“Big mistake.” I stepped out from behind the guest room door. Valentina’s face drained of color. “You think you can steal my life?” I whispered. “Try again.” Diego grabbed her arm. “I’ll handle her.” But before he could move— Valentina pulled a knife from her pocket and slashed toward him. He dodged it, but not fast enough. Blood bloomed on his side. I screamed. And Valentina ran.

I didn't know if that was better or worse. --- The trail opened onto a ridge. Below, Ashveil sat in its valley. The maples blazing red. I found the blood twenty feet from the ridge line. Not a wound. A site. Something had happened here and been partially cleaned. The way you clean when you want to remove evidence but are working fast. Dark staining on the rock. Disturbed earth. A broken branch at the wrong angle. The kind of break that happens when weight falls rather than when wind pushes. ---

The moment of hesitation cost me. One second I was standing between them—Alexander with his desperate love, Markus with his poisoned truths—and the next, something flew through the broken window. Fast. Too fast to see. Too fast to dodge. The cross struck my shoulder. Not hard enough to pierce—it was the flat of it, not the tip—but the silver burned. Oh God, it *burned*. I screamed, stumbling backward, my hand flying to my shoulder where the metal had seared my skin through my shirt.

Lucian examined the rifle while Beatrice used a field dressing from her jacket to reinforce the bandage around her side. Blood had soaked through the first one. Seraphina watched her. “How serious is it?” “It remains attached.” “That was not my question.” “I’m capable of continuing.” “What did Reed use?” “A ceramic blade.” “Poison?” “No.” “You answered too quickly.” Beatrice tightened the bandage. “He intended to disable me, not kill me.” “Why?” “Saye still needs Echo.” “For what?” Beatrice looked toward the black tunnel. “I don’t know.” “Another incomplete truth.”

She could feel the power of her bloodline surging within her, fueling her attacks. Alex fought by her side, his presence a constant source of strength. Together, they moved through the enemy ranks, their movements synchronized and unstoppable. As the battle raged on, Beauty found herself face to face with Leon. His eyes narrowed as he recognized her. "Beauty," he spat. "I should have killed you when I had the chance." Beauty's eyes blazed with determination. "You underestimated me, Leon. And now, you'll pay the price." Leon lunged at her, his attacks swift and brutal. But Beauty was ready. She dodged and countered, her movements a blur. She could feel the strength of her bloodline pulsing th

Her swipes at me were easily to avoid and her kicks were low. I head butted her and tore through her stomach. She fell on her back and I stepped on her face. “I want you to know I’m delighted to do this.” My leg crushed on her face, her cries and struggling only fueled my anger and pleasure seeing her beg. Her eyes’ glow died down as her screams did the same but suddenly Beatrice rushed to me, pulling me away from her. Unknowingly, I shoved her hands away and my claws dug into her arm. Mi Vida was passing out but when she saw the accident, she smiled. I kicked her face and barked. “What is it Beatrice?”

I knew he was trying to distract me in hopes of causing me to strike out, but I refused to let him get the better of me. I intentionally took the first strike as I wanted to see what the pitcher could do. I slowed my breathing, widened my stance, and adjusted my grip on the bat. The next pitch was going to be mine. CRACK!!!! Elizabeth’s POV: I stood watching with bated breath as Ashton swung. His bat connected with the ball, and in an instant, I knew that it was going to be a home run. The ball flew high into the air and soared past the infield and deep into the outfield. For a brief moment, I thought it might actually just drop at the wall, but it landed in the upper decks.

I crashed back down onto the bed, my cheek burning. “How dare you?!” Nova screamed, his voice filled with fury. “How fucking dare you cum without my permission, you selfish little slut?!”

Beatrice yelled. Wham! Claire was furious. She slapped Beatrice across the face. “You piece of sh*t!” she shouted angrily. “How dare you hit me? Was I wrong? You’re a lunatic. You’re sick in the head!” Beatrice yelled before pushing Claire away. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Beatrice stormed upstairs. Just as she was about to enter the room, she turned around and noticed Claire had fallen to the ground. She was lying still and didn’t move at all.

“A little boy talking big…telling an adult to apologize to him…” Beatrice looked down at the knife stuck in the wooden floor and with hands that were shaking, she clumsily dug it out. “If you think I’ll sit back and let a kid murder me all because he thinks he’s alpha, then you’re wrong…” She struggled to her feet, the cold wind whispering across her bare skin as she walked towards his back. “I’ll kill you, kill her and then run awa~” With tears running down her cheeks, Beatrice hammered the knife into her uncle’s shoulder and ripped it back out. The sound of his pained whimper had her stumbling back, eyes wide and fearful as he twisted his neck to look at her. “You little b*tc~!”