Blood And Love Novels & Stories

We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

We pressed our bleeding palms together, fingers intertwining. Then, Darren gently guided our hands over the bowl just as a single rivulet of comingled blood dripped down from our joined palms. It dropped into the water, rippling the surface and blossoming outwards like a red flower. “What is offered freely, blood to blood, soul to soul, can never be taken away,” Darren’s father went on as I watched our blood gently swirl beneath the silvery water. “By the light of the moon and before these witnesses, you are now bound as Alpha and Luna, husband and wife.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks, I was not only scared for myself that I had handed my heart over to this man, I was also scared for his people, I needed to know what inspired such hatred to murder his people. “You want to know the truth? I will tell you.” He strolled from the throne towards me, “The world I told that was built by me and my two friends, these people are the descendants. We made a blood covenant that whichever one of us dies first, our power should be given to the next who was alive to maintain the balance of the park for greater good. Their fathers saw us as a threat and opted to end our lives. For each one they killed, their powers were absorbed into my blood, the same blood I

A promise written in blood. The council watches as Valentine lifts a ceremonial blade, the edge gleaming in the candlelight. He turns to me, his eyes burning. “Do you vow yourself to me, North? To walk beside me in darkness, bound in blood, bound in eternity?” I hold his gaze. “I do.” He slices his palm, dark blood welling up before he lifts the blade to me. I take it without hesitation, mirroring his actions. The moment my blood spills, he clasps my hand in his, mingling our essences, sealing our bond.

My love for him has turned insane and I wanted to get him by hook or crook. My theory for true love is unique. I believe what is that love if it doesn’t pass through some strains of blood. I held Manvi’s and his picture in my hand which Manvi had given me. It was their engagement picture, he was standing next to her placing his hand around her waist. I tore the picture in half cropping out Manvi and crossed her face “I am sorry Manvi.. But you have to sacrifice some of your blood so that I can get my love” I touched her smiling face and apologized for the upcoming storm in her life. ..........................................

Only by looking at them you can start real hell. I was hearing all this but still I can’t say I was a believer. Everything unfolded so fast that I don’t have time to process as I would have liked. But I must admit that I am intrigued. - What is that feeling you are talking about? - Love! - Love? But that is supposed to be a beautiful feeling. How can it be destructive?

Seeing how confused I was, Harper, who was fiercely protected as the apple of the entire family's eye, grinned at me and said, "That's because I'm Dad's biological child, and he loves me. "And your mom loves my dad, so by extension, she loves me the most, too!" Harper was indeed Dad's biological daughter, so she was entitled to receive the love of both Dad and Mom, the woman who adored him. On the other hand, I was just Mom's biological daughter. And as I grew older, all I received was a snowballing, ever-growing mountain of debt.

The air felt thick with all the things they wanted to say but couldn’t express. Outside, the city lights rushed by, creating a colorful blur that looked like a swirling mix of colors. Each place they passed reminded them of the love they once shared, a love that now felt so delicate and vulnerable, as if it could shatter with just a little pressure. The quiet atmosphere was occasionally interrupted by the soft sound of the car's engine running and the consistent clicking noise of the windshield wipers moving back and forth as they wiped away the rain. This gentle and steady rhythm echoed the inner turmoil and emotional storm that was quietly building inside her.

“Drink, okay? Please, Raymond. Be… be mine.” He hesitates, eyes opening slow, weak but full of love, tears in his too. “J-Jude,” he whispers, lips trembling, blood smearing his chin as he drinks, slow at first, then harder, hands grabbing my arm, pulling me closer all shaky. The bond burns, our heartbeats syncing, his light flaring, mixing with my shadows, like we’re one person. It’s… it’s raw as hell, his breath hot on my skin, my blood in his veins, tying us forever. “I-I love you,” he gasps, voice shaky, eyes locked on mine, tears mixing with blood.