Blood And Love Novels & Stories

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?"

Later that night, when we were in the privacy of our assigned tent and all was quiet and Duncan and I had finished making love for the third time, I got the courage to broach the subject. “I gave you my blood,” he replied matter-of-factly. I gasped in surprise as I said, “So, I’m vampire now? Is that why you asked me to marry you?” His chuckle was low and soft as he said, “I asked you to marry me because I love you and it is time to make it clear that you are not on the market.” I knew what he was referring to, but I didn’t want to break the mood by discussing it, so I stayed on the topic of his blood being in my body.

"If you don't stop, you will hurt me, and I know that you do not want me hurt. You said it yourself that no one is allowed to hurt me, I believe you are included." He stilled again, and that was when she noticed that he was struggling. It was very difficult for him to pull away from her. "Raziel, my love. It's okay." Now he stopped drawing her blood and pulled his fangs out of her. But he remained on her neck, using his tongue to lick the blood off her. By then, Luciana was already beginning to feel light headed. He took more blood from her than he usually did, a lot more. Then the summoning and other activities began to tell on her. Her soft breath slowly turned into pants, and she struggle

Edsel spoke up. "Okay, I get it." "Now give me the blood of your heart, the magic of Galvin will be useless against your love for Sharmaine. The blood of the heart is painful and dangerous,..." Before Edsel could finish speaking, the two raised their hands and stabbed them hard in their hearts, blood flowing from their chests on the white shirt. The smell of blood carries the scent of a predator. Edsel quickly drew blood, he knew the love that Augustus had for Sharmaine.

“Then I won't be able to stop myself from drinking your blood.” I was about to tell him to do that too before catching myself. I shouldn't tempt someone already struggling with his control. “Do you have problems with controlling your blood lust?” “Only when I'm around you.” I couldn't stop smiling as I walked out of the lecture hall with him, hand in hand. It was official. I had a boyfriend. Too bad I couldn't share it with my family.

But when our businesses clashed, the streets ran red with the blood of our homeboys. The violence only ended when John Wenston —son of Karl Wenston married a Shelby daughter out of love, forging a fragile peace. A union that started out of love, gave a momentary peace, but it grew to become our law —a contractual marriage: a decree demanding sons from each family marry daughters from the other. I was briefed about the consequences —the stories of daughters who took their own lives rather than be betrothed to monsters. It was a peace built on broken lives, and perhaps if not for my medical knowledge, I would have considered the same fate.

Her breathing slowed—ragged, but steadying. And then her gaze dropped. To the blood dripping from the unconscious man on the floor. Steady. Red. Alive. Evie’s lips parted. The scent hit her now—like perfume from a life she’d never go back to. Her body twitched. Her eyes shimmered, pupils dilating again like a drug hitting her bloodstream. “Do you feel it?” I asked softly. “That ache? That ache that makes you want to scream and kiss and kill all at once?”

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“Know that you will not be able to go back, you will be tied to him, you will feel most of his pain... do you still want to do this?” “Tell me what to do to tie the bond!” “As you wish! Give him your blood and if your desire for life has not been triggered by pure love, the consequences will be catastrophic.” With a claw, immediately, I cut my wrist and place it on his snout. “Darren, you have to live, understand? I don’t take no for an answer... I love you even if you are a big head... ahahaha, you can’t leave the void in me!” I said, leaning my head on Darren, and black tears litter his coat.

She did seem epicly stupid right now and had she been someone else, he would have said it out loud. 'She's just in shock', he reminded himself. "I've never drunk anyone's blood, I've never turned into a bat and I happen to love garlic!!!" Everything she had just said was utter rubbish. The only persons blood that she was ever meant to drink was his otherwise he would tear that person to peices. Blood exchange was a sacred union that could only be shared by committed lovers who wished to share lifetimes together. And then there was that garlic again that she loves so much. He remembered how she had naively tried to use it to scare him away.