Blood And Love Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 "Ohhh! Gosh! What an amazing moves! They are just falling like UFO' she whispered to herself. She could no longer move from her position due to nervousness. She was washing her face outside the gate of Andrea mansion seven o'clock in the morning. There was a faucet near to Mother Mary's garden. She plans to go to Mama Mary's Grotto and clean up its surroundings. There she saw a helicopter flying around. The height of the helicopter's flight was almost above the tallest coconut tree. Suddenly there were scout rangers jumping from up above. They just circled moving down in the air and stood up on the ground like they're standing holding in the positions of their high powered gun. Ja

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

And in a war like this, love was the easiest thing to kill. End of Chapter 16

“Because I know what it’s like to be watched by everyone.” The words cracked something in me. The arrogance was gone for that heartbeat, stripped bare to something raw. I didn’t push. I just turned back to the shelves. And then I saw it. A yellowed page was tucked between the heavy books, its faded ink still clear enough to read. My hand shook as I pulled it free. The title was scrawled at the top in jagged letters: First Blood. My eyes scanned the words, fragments only. Before wolves, before oaths, there was the First. Blood that commands, blood that binds. Not beast, not man, but both. The source. The curse.

With the lives that will link from one person to another, shall HE say? “Let’s begin with the first chapter of this book.” With a snap from HIM that echoes and engulfs everything for a second into the darkness. The light of the tainted red blood moon is eminent into the hour and supposed to be the time of the early day. To the time that freezes, the people that are taken into a full stop from the disaster that they escape unto the nick of their hair. The surroundings and everything around that are tainted with the mix of black and red from the family line that drops within it. She is somehow frozen in place, back unto the wall, eyes that can see everything as she took the cloth out from the

You deserve to die. I could feel the blood running in my arms. I stopped and ripped some part of my long sleeve shirt and tied it in my right arm, where my love left a deep wound after fighting with me with his sword. I made sure that the blood had already stopped, then I found myself weeping. Stupid feelings of mine, my heart was stabbed by a hundred knives, what a fool I was. “Stupid! Why are you crying when you didn't even really love me and betrayed me? But my love, you have totally changed, you can even hold a sword like that,” my mind said and then I smirked, I didn't know what emotion I should feel.

Especially not here where all of them want her to see me broken. Where Charles could gloat and f*e proud that he had gotten to me. When we got to the room, they pushed the door open and violently threw me in. I fell to the blood as my body trembled. My neck was still throbbing with a dull ache. I raised my hand to the door and pressed my finger against the wound before pulling it away and staring at the blood that had smeared my hand. My blood. He drank my blood. Charles was a vampire. A vampire.

‘Hate is very much akin to love, remember that when you are fighting,’ came flooding back into her mind. Bimdling her into a room that resembled a study, Alexis pushed her forward before turning and locking the door behind them. He pocketed the key. Carrie’s heart bumped and raced as she stood stock-still in front of him, afraid to move lest he retaliate. He was in a filthy mood now and Carrie couldn’t really blame him. What an earth had come over her? Biting her bottom lip she looked appealingly at him . . . beseechingly, but she saw no mercy in his eyes.

Coming to a door, I eased it open and my anger flared as a bloody scene filled my eyes. Blood. So much fucking blood gushed from the wound on her neck. Who was she? Why did this asshole hurt her? Why was the word, “MINE” echoing in my psyche? Not waiting to get an answer, I pounced. I took the vampire to the floor, slamming the bastard’s head to the floor. A grunt of pain answered the blow but it didn’t faze the asshole. No. this one was damned strong. He pushed me off him and we circled each other.

He bent his head and kissed my hand, and I watched as he walked out the door and got into a big black SUV, as it screeched away. "What the hell was that?" Ramona asked as she linked her arm with mine and we started walking down the sidewalk. "I have no idea, Was that blood on the guy?" I inquired as we walked toward my apartment building. "I believe so, but he wasn't reacting as though he had been shot, stabbed, or hit," Ramona answered as she started to pull me down another street. "That's true, I mean he could have been in a wreck or something and was helping them out and got blood on him." I shrugged my shoulders as we walked into Candy's Candy Shop. "Had a sweet tooth?"