Blood And Fire Got Novels & Stories

I stumble a bit over the words, but when I try again, I repeat the sentence without any hiccups. Armando dips the stake into the bowl of blood and herbs, and like magic, the blood catches fire. Bright orange flames dance around in the bowl, casting a warm glow on my face and black smoke wafts into the air above it. The fire smells like something herbaceous with a sharp edge to it. The ultimate mix of Kian and my blood together. Curiously I look inside the bowl as soon as the fire dies down. The blood has burned down to a thick black substance, it's still bubbling a bit from the heat.

“And in this ritual, the fire will bind you. Body, soul, blood. Do you understand, mate?” “Yes,” she whispered, trembling. “I am yours… and the fire… it’s mine too…” Kaelion’s hands slid fully around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips pressed against hers again, fangs grazing lightly along the curve of her neck, sending sparks of pleasure that made her cry out. The fire inside her responded like a living creature, pulsing faster, demanding more, seeking release and surrender.

I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana. I should have protected him but he wouldn’t let me, just hit the gun with brute force on my head while I fell unconscious. I had reached out to him in my unconscious state of mind but he got farther away from me. My anger could not be quenched, what had they forged my brother to become?

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

Our family. Caden lights the boat. A moment of peace. Then— Explosions. Fireballs erupt from the trees, from the ground, from the sky. Screams erupt again. Humans flood our land with machine guns and war cries, turning sacred ground into a battlefield. Blood spills into the lake as I drag Caden behind cover, the scent of betrayal coating the air. ——— The city burns red with war. I stand soaked in blood, Caden at my side, unshakable. His fire dances across his skin like a crown of vengeance. Behind us, wolves from every pack rise—Alphas, Betas, Warriors. United. Deadly.

The entire horde followed right behind it, a twisting, writhing mountain of pale flesh and flashing fangs ascending toward the ridge. "Fire!" the mercenary commander screamed in absolute panic. The night exploded with muzzle flashes. High-caliber, silver-tipped ammunition tore into the ascending horde, but the blood-born didn't even slow down. The bullets sank into their pale, rubbery flesh with wet thuds, the wounds closing instantly as the black, ancient blood in their veins rejected the metal. A pale hand reached over the lip of the cliff. Before the commander could scream again, he was snatched by the throat, his heavy tactical armor snapping like plastic as he was dragged violently over

Though complete hunger was imprinted all over his face when he can't get over that delicate smell, he must preserve that blood, just like preserving a wine. “This fucking is bad,” Raverine seethed, realizing that he acted out of impulse when the rifleman fired. He can’t simply grab the woman and kidnap her. That woman is a cop. A brawl must come between first before Raverine could preserve the human blood. He drained his motorbike's fuel until he got away from the Cecil building. The blood that all the dying vampires crave. The blood that will give them their abilities back. The rarest blood that they thought was completely gone and dead.

"Don't say it. Don't push me over the edge, Ava. I’m already hanging on by a thread." Ava’s tears fell into his palm, hot and rhythmic. "Fine," she whispered, her voice calm but carrying the edge of a blade. "I won't say it. But you know... the blood in my veins... it’s the same fire as yours. We are made of the same darkness."

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 blood gushed out of the new wound and I let it fall into the burning wood, as my venom got mixed with the heat of the fire the color of it changed—It was red, the fire turned blood red. "Close your eyes." I did what he said and silence started engulfing the surroundings again only to be interrupted with me harsh blow of the winds, I could still feel the heat of the fire but I could feel the dead leaves now rustling around, the dust particles getting mixed with the breeze and the fire increasing till it almost brushed my skin.