Novel & Cerita Blood And Butterflies

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.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

The breeze rustled softly, bringing the aroma of moist soil and pine, the woods teeming with life in the darkness. However, the most burdensome thing in the air was the heaviness of Nikolai's words - cold and irreversible. Amora experienced them sinking heavily in her chest. Blood is the circulating fluid in our bodies. The ultimate cost, crucial for their forbidden partnership with the vampires, would require more than just a injury. Now, her life force, which was her blood, became the key to staying alive.

With his shoulders all scrunched up, Roman muttered to himself, "What are the words again?" In the cool of the night and a brief recollection of meditation, Roman soon found himself in a hall filled with people, with their bodies plastered against each other, either grinding or lap dancing. Roman shrugged, how did they cope with all that sweat. " Oh!" He forgot. The Vampires didn't sweat.

The butterflies were me, and I was them, glowing softly against his body. Shade stilled, staring at the butterflies with awe. His wolf didn’t growl, didn’t snap. He only lowered his head, letting the blue-silvery butterflies sit on him, fluttering their wings. A deep purr rumbled from his chest. The blue butterflies lifted from him, spun together again, and converged into something I never thought would happen.

Butterflies! My face goes hot and my skin flushes under his stare. Then he crushes his lips against mine. It feels warm, soft and sweet, I could taste desire in it. And I am just about to let myself revel in this moment, when I see something flash mid-w ay in the air, and bite into flesh...! I feel something immediately warm, wet my skin... Blood....!

Not butterflies. Butterflies didn’t have clacking wings. Butterflies didn’t feel as hard as marbles. Butterflies didn’t snip their way out of a person’s chest. Another burst of pain had me screaming so loud that my eardrums shattered. My ribcage exploded open, releasing a swarm of insects. They were so small that I couldn’t see their shape, and they rose above us in a cloud of black. Mum skittered backward and shrieked.

It was like an illusion, the butterfly turned into blood pouring down from the flower She staggers backwards and was about falling but a strong arm caught her, it made her flinch a bit that she shut her eyes in fear. What does that mean, the butterfly actually turn back to its normal self after that few seconds and she didn't see the blood again Maybe what she saw wasn't real in the first place, it could be her imagination... the flowers are red and the butterfly has a touch of red on its body. Maybe she should just wave it away "Alexis are you okay" that masculine familiar voice jolted her up from her deep thought. She forgot that she is in the arm of someone

( Name: Poisonous Bloodthirsty GU Age: 10 000 years of age Life Span left: 1 000 000 years Origin: Underground Sea Water Insects Species: Poisonous Insects Positive Effect: Sealed half of the Host power in a half of a half Negative Effects: Inheriting the bloodthirstiness of the poisonous blood thirsty GU Closing the Five Sense, including the warmth of love Cold all year around including spring Rarity: Rare Place (Usually born): Hidden depilated and nearly haunted apartments bathtubs Total: 5 Blood Thirsty GU’s Ratings/Meanings Butterfly Blood Thirsty GU – suck butterfly blood for supplement, will restore energy to 70%, will restore 20% if blood was used as its supplement and can weaken the