Blood And Iron Book Novels & Stories

Anytime I see him, I could feel his fang deep down in my neck, about to break it. My heartbeat pick up and I started walking towards my room, I entered and close the door. It's been three days now and I've been ignoring him, well, I always leave a glass of my blood on the kitchen counter and he always drink it. I don't bother to ask him to heal me, I do it the natural way, first aid kit. But, I won't lie, I've been feeling dizzy and weak lately, like I'm loosing my blood. I didn't tell anyone, I'm guessing there's a healing spell in the spell book that I could use to help myself. I walk towards the drawer, I opened it and grab the spell book.

The Cardinal walked over and slapped Asger in the face, “This is a world where the law of the jungle rules. Is it necessary for you to chastise me here? According to legend, Iron’s direct lineage bloodline is mixed with the bloodline of the Black Cooter. Today, I shall witness for myself if the legend rings true. Do it!” A direct descendant of the Irons was forcibly grabbed and pushed to the other side of the smelting furnace as soon as the voice fell. All his efforts were unfortunately in vain. That man was thrown into the furnace not long after. Fye fire swallowed him in the blink of an eye as soon as he fell into it. He was completely consumed by fire, leaving no trace of himself behind.

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We had to stay alert. Before we reached the entrance to the cells, I froze. The scent of blood and damp stone filled my nostrils. Fuck, this was bad. And beneath that, I could still catch traces of her—lingering from when she had come down here before. Every step was heavy, my mind cycling through every worst-case scenario. The scent of blood thickened around me before I even stepped into the cell block. Thick, metallic, laced with the sharp tang of copper. My stomach clenched. A shifter had bled here—and a lot.

"How? Do you mean Zach Howe? That useless trust fund brat? Has Ethan completely lost his mind? Has Tara eaten away at his brain? Associating with someone like him? Haha! Well, it won't be long before Ethan's name disappears from society entirely." Zach was not just a spoiled rich kid. He was dangerous and had blood on his hands. Ethan playing in his territory would leave nothing but scraps of bone behind. "Aren't you even a little curious why he's doing this?" "I'm not curious. His business isn't mine. Alright, I've got things to do. Hanging up now."

One clash with Eiran and it feels as useless as a child’s toy. No. That’s not the whole truth. This is because I fought Eiran. If it had been someone else, I wouldn’t have been unmade like this. Blood decorates everything. Splashes on the floor, streaked along shelves, dark halos on the spines of books. I taste iron in my mouth; my breath comes ragged.

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, casually wiping away all that had happened between us. The impact was terrifyingly potent. I felt a lump in my chest, and I doubled over, coughing so hard it felt like my heart was ripping apart. When I finally caught my breath, I looked at my hand, covered in fresh blood. Keith saw it too. His expression darkened, and he was at my side in an instant, his voice deep with concern. "What's going on?"

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black. "There is a beautiful vulnerability to the human body," the Director said. He sounded entirely conversational, his voice smooth and untroubled over the sound of my ragged, choked breathing. "We think we're so strong, so invincible when we're running through the shadows. But we're really just water, bone, and nerves. And nerves, Elara, are so incredibly easy to manipulate. They are the ultimate biological design flaw."