Blood And Love Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes from the intensity of this earth shattering wave of pure, concentrated euphoria that claimed me. The only close thing that can describe what happened when we bit each other was this: Think of love as more than just a feeling, think of it as a liquid that runs through the entire body side by side with blood, moving everywhere, feeding and nourishing your entire organs and cells. This liquid form of love has only one source of power and that would be Adrian for me, while for him it would in my name. Now imagine that liquid of yours being transmitted through you during the bite over to the other person’s blood stream, and imagine him doing the same to your own.

I had missed her greatly and wished to have her in my arms, but my blood thirst wouldn't let me. Solomon zoomed into the room from the front door with a shopping bag filled with blood bags. He got one out and threw it at me with supernatural speed. I caught it and tore the seal off in hunger. I sucked on it, and the blood flowed down my throat, calming my demons. I didn't feel the uncomfortable sensation in my veins anymore.

When her beautiful eyes soon recognized Kiran, she was overjoyed, wrapping her arms around his neck and responding passionately. Kiran didn't hesitate and continued to kiss her, absorbing her life blood. Life blood is the essence of a person's soul, but it doesn't affect their health. However, once controlled, the person becomes more enamored with the other. Sofia had always secretly loved Kiran but had never dared to confess. Now, even though her life blood was taken, she didn't know it. Seeing the blood at the corner of Sofia's mouth, Macy knew Kiran had absorbed her life blood. Enraged, she struck Yvonne with a powerful blow.

I begged my father to leave his seclusion and save that werewolf. I had grown up around medicinal herbs, and my blood had special properties. But I was human, and the one he needed to save was a werewolf. Only a child born from a human and a werewolf, carrying my bloodline, could provide the cardiogen he needed. I begged my father again, this time to let me marry Lesley. And because of that, Gloria met Eddie and was fooled by his sweet talk, too. Thinking back, after the weddings, both men were always busy. Even when they came home, everything felt like a routine.

It didn’t scream. That was worse. I unfolded it slowly. The words swam for a moment before settling. My sweet girl, If you are reading this, then I have failed you in the only way that matters. I wanted to believe that loving you would be enough to keep you safe. I was wrong. There are men who use blood as ownership and memory as a weapon. If one of them ever tells you that you belong to him—know that he is lying. You belong only to yourself. My throat closed.

My strong queen, I loved her as much as I loved living. We took to the left lane and went in deeper, there seemed to be an additional number of bats for every step we took - their hoots gave me the jellies in my belly. We came to a modest house, brown planks hung vertically, parallel to each other as the fence, there was a little bit of green grass, a moderate amount of well cut out windows, door and... Blood. All four of our hearts froze in shock. Blood? Russel was the first to respond by pulling out his Sig P226. He was like our macho man and he did have the aura although he was lacking the physique.

Blood pooled beneath them, warm and slick against her palms, her gown instantly drenched in the spreading crimson. “Father, no—stay with me!” she begged, her voice breaking as she yanked the knife free with a sickening squelch and pressing both hands to the gaping wound, her fingers slipping as the blood continued to pool out. His eyes, once fierce as a winter storm, fluttered, locked on hers for a heartbeat. “Scar…lett…” he gurgled, a final cough spraying red across her cheek before his eyes rolled back, a final breath rattling in his throat before his body went limp. She clutched him tighter, burying her face in his blood-matted hair, cradling his head against her chest, her tears mingling

The Blood Moon comes only once every ten years, as It was the night the Moon Goddess chose a mate for every wolf who was old enough. A mate is a soulmate, the one person you are meant to love forever. Once the bond is made, it can never be broken. "I hope he gets a mate who is as mean as he is," a girl hissed near me. “But I don't mind if it's me.” Another girl said. “You are so pathetic,” the girl who spoke initially scoffed, her voice dripping with ridicule. I moved away from them the moment I realized It was Sela and Elara, strong warriors who liked to be mean to me.

"We may be bound by fate, divided by blood, but our love will be our compass, guiding us through the darkness." As they parted ways, the echo of their shared promise lingered in the air, a fragile thread of defiance woven against the tapestry of ancient hatred. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, fraught with perils and shadowed by the ever-present threat of exposure. Yet, in the depths of their hearts, a spark of defiance burned, a testament to the enduring power of love that dared to rewrite the rules of their world.

Shey exclaimed while sobbing. "I don't have time!" Jay tried to hold back the blood that kept flowing with his hands and then walked like a zombie. At the same time, Haris walked casually into the car. The car roaring could be heard again as Jay's vision began to blur. His legs couldn't support his body, which was losing so much blood. He fell to the ground. The car carrying his first love moved away and became his last vision before falling asleep. ***