Blood And Love Novels & Stories

I squeezed my palms over the bowl and watched as my red rich blood mixed with Adrians. I shifted from one feet to another, the pressure starting to take a toll on my feet. "Let your blood mix, an evidence of true love and true bonding." The ministers voice boomed as he collected the dagger and cleaned it with a white rag. Adrian took his hand in my mine and squeezed it together, our mixed bloods dropping in the bowl. Nothing changed. The feeling was just like how it was, it just got more intense and I desired Adrian more. I was able to feel his need for me and my body reacted in clear desire to his. If I was desiring him before, now I could hardly keep it together.

“I am a mix of everything for you. All my emotions are like beads of a necklace arranged on a common string of love and wildness… so even my hatred will always have love to its core for you…” Both of us panted, catching our breaths as we peered at one another. He looked at me as if he couldn’t believe what I said. “Even when I am drenched in blood?” he tilted his head slightly. I nodded once. “Yes. Even when blood is all I can see on you, I think I’ll love you.” “This crimson color will stay with me forever. It’s not a color that can be washed off,” he said, gulping hard. I nodded.

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.

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. "

More than blood. This was love. Raw. Unapologetic. Whole. And I knew, in that moment, that I would burn the world to protect them both.

"And I don't like her. I told you. I was trying to get information out of her. Let me explain more." "You don't like her? But she likes you. She is always after your blood," I needed to let him know how much it bothered me when I saw that girl fawning over him. I burned with jealousy. "She doesn't like me per se. She likes my blood. Because my blood is..." Ambrose hesitated, so I looked at him questioningly. "There's some kind of aphrodisiac quality in my blood that make vampires go crazy for it," Ambrose said. "Same way Dave is always after yours. I think we have a similar kind of blood."

My elbow hits the vase mistakenly as it falls on the ground. Stupid girl! "Ohh so you are there, " He heard it, feeling the shiver running down my spine, I hope it hasn't happened, I haven't met him. I felt a stronghold on my right hand, He towers over me, "L-Leave me alone, " I stuttered, trying not to look up into his dark brown eyes which scares me. He chuckles darkly, leaning towards me, he said. "Not today, my love, " I shut my eyes tightly 'this is just a nightmare, it will end' I thought.

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.

I know it is kind of weird but I am somehow addicted to blood. It fascinates me how it drips down from a deep wound, how it appears on a slight scratch... Our life is nothing without blood and I love watching blood leave from someone's body and Saanvi, her blood drips from my favourite body part... How can I hate it? I love how red her long beautiful legs become after blood tickles on it, drop by drop, by drop...

Others saw it differently. And she belonged entirely to the second group. Her intense jealousy proved to her that she had fallen for him completely. Yes, that was dangerous. Because when you love someone, the safest thing you can do is not throw yourself into it completely. Do not love completely. Keep a safe distance for the sake of your heart and mind. But no one actually follows that advice. Because when love knocks on our door... Then logic and reason are simply crossed out of the dictionary. And that is despite ourselves. She had loved him excessively, to the point that she felt she was not meant for anyone but him