Blood And Love Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 11 • An Unknown Emotion Carlin “Blood? What are you talking about, Healer?” I paced the room, aware of the panicked look on Clarissa’s face. We had just met and were getting to know each other. This was too much to comprehend. It was true that something odd was between us but bloodshed was the last thing I wanted. “It is, as I said child. A story has been retold in your generation and it involves the both of you. A love story, not allowed to be by two star crossed lovers. I have dreaded this day.”

She guided me to the center of the yard where moonlight pooled like water. “Kneel.” I obeyed. She stood before me. Lifted a blade from nowhere. Pressed it into her palm. Blood spilled like liquid lightning. Silver-red. Glowing. She raised her hand. I trembled. “Drink,” she whispered. I hesitated. Then obeyed. The instant her blood touched my lips— Fire. I screamed. The world fractured. She began chanting, her voice echoing unnaturally through the air. **“Sanguis antiquus, voco te…”**

Blood. Everywhere. My wide eyes took in the sight of my trembling hands, which were covered in blood. I couldn't breathe. Tears flooded my vision. Panic surged through me, leaving a trail of dreadful chills in its wake. "Why are you doing this to me?" I shuddered, taking desperate steps backward. I couldn't recognize the man before me. This is not the man I once loved. No.

𝕰𝖘𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖚𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖚𝖎 𝖛𝖔𝖓𝖟 𝖓𝖚𝖐𝖊. "The past is the past. The future is the future. The Present is who I am now." ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Prologue| Monstrosity, And Lunacy For Eternity TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains strong violence, blood, cutting off limbs, and loss of loved ones, which may not be suitable for some readers. Discretion is advised and stay safe. Otherwise, enjoy reading.

Shey exclaimed while sobbing. "I don't have time!" Jay tried to hold back the blood that kept flowing with his hands and then walked like a zombie. At the same time, Haris walked casually into the car. The car roaring could be heard again as Jay's vision began to blur. His legs couldn't support his body, which was losing so much blood. He fell to the ground. The car carrying his first love moved away and became his last vision before falling asleep. ***

Chapter 51: The Blood Oath The rain came down in cold sheets, washing the blood from the streets but doing nothing to cleanse the night of the terrible atrocities. In the shadows of the city, Evelyn Hawthorne’s empire filled with quiet fury, the balance of power wobbling as every move was countered by unseen hands.

ALANA Blood. It’s the first thing I see when I open my eyes, even though the blur and the tears. Even through the chaos. The memory bleeds into my consciousness before I even realize I’m conscious. It’s not the warm, sticky bloom of my own wound that shatters me. It’s his. Zach’s blood.

--- End of Chapter 10 – The Shape of Love Next: Arc II, Chapter 11 – “The World Learns to Breathe.” The aftermath. The world begins to subtly change, responding not to the curse—but to Mira herself. Her bond with Adrian deepens, even as strange echoes of the curse’s “emotions” ripple across the land. Something vast and unseen is awakening.

Blood sprayed in a bright, hot arc across the table. The girl made one last wet, gurgling sound—half sob, half plea that filled the sudden silence like a broken bellows. Blood poured from the ragged gash across her throat in thick, pulsing waves, first splashing across the black oak table, then running into the his cup. Several Alphas gasped audibly; one chair scraped backward as someone instinctively recoiled. Others remained frozen, eyes wide, hands hovering near weapons they knew they would never draw.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER ONE THE HIT “In this life, love doesn't kill you. Loyalty does.” - The wine glass tipped a second before the explosion. Emilia Romano didn’t hear the blast first—she felt it. A deep, gut-punch thud that rattled the floor and cracked the windows like bones snapping in a quiet room. Her father’s car. Gone. She didn’t scream. She stood there barefoot on the marble, wine dripping from her fingers, glass shattered around her feet. The air pulsed with heat from the hilltop, where smoke now curled into the twilight like a funeral veil.