Blood And Love Novels & Stories

Shane got up and had not taken two steps when Cleo Lovelace said coldly behind him, “She has golden blood just like you. In this world, apart from a few people from the Lovelace family, those with golden blood are byproducts of failed experiments. You should understand the importance of people naturally born with golden blood to our Lovelace family.” Shane huffed, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said lightly, “I know. To be honest, I really want to have a taste of the golden blood of this cousin of mine. I want to know the quality of the golden blood she has.”

Nevertheless, he spoke, words filled with confidence and joy. "Your blood will spur me. Your flesh becoming my solace. To protect you I vow. To hold your heart in my hands, I promise upon my crown." He whispered, making Mikaela and I smile at each other. Taking their arms in my hands, I opened two long lines of gushing red. Mikaela didn't gasp or pull away this time, because by my hand she will not be wounded. Julian watched silently as I did the same to my arm. Once there was enough blood, I pressed their wounds to mine. A shock ran through me as I felt heat spread from the gash, to the rest of my body, our blood mixing and becoming a whole. Both of them could feel it as well. I reached for

She nodded her head. I made a small slash at my wrists and watched my blood begin to pool around the wound. Arisa reached for my wrist gingerly. She slowly brought it to her lips and began drinking. A shudder passed through me as she drank my blood. A second later she pulled away. Her eyes had tints of red in them, proof of the bonding process.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

You make me sick Christabel, let go of me. (Kelly storms out, sobs quietly as she tries so hard to keep the tears from falling. It was heartbreak all over again, the feeling of anger and betrayal overwhelmed her). Taxi! Where to Ma'am? Anywhere but here. Okay Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I can't help but ask, are you okay? Yes, I am, mind your business. Oh okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak to you the way I did. You didn't deserve it, Kelly said. It's alright Ma'am.

She motioned between us at the invisible but very real, thick, tangy power. “How did he do it?” I asked. “How was it supposed to be done?” I added, unsure if those questions were the same or not. “You open it with blood,” she responded. “Why does it always have to be blood?” I knew I sounded annoyed. She laughed, it was deep and rich and as beautiful and warm as she was. “Blood is powerful,” she stated. “It tells the story of those that came before us, it is filled with love and loss and history.”

Draven steps in front of me. Love looks at Cael. “Hi, brother, I’m supposed to kill you, but, I don’t want to.” Cael reaches for her. She drops the knife. It hits the stump. And the stump bleeds. Not sap. Witch blood. First witch blood. Gerald trapped it here, under the tree, as fuel. The blood runs, up the knife, into Love’s hand, into her veins. She screams. “Father, inside, he’s, in, me.”

It hurt her over and over again. Before today, she thought she was the happiest woman on earth, surrounded by endless love and joy. However, when she heard the recording, she realized that… Their love and care arose out of the blood flowing in her veins. They were all acting for the sake of her blood. Stanley disliked her. He hated her. If what flowed within her was not Rhnull, the rarest blood type on earth, she would not have been chosen by him and lived such a prosperous life. She loved him so much.

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Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.