Blood And Love Novels & Stories

My hand forgets what she looked like halfway through and I’m left with something that’s almost her but not quite, something that makes my chest ache because it’s wrong and I can’t fix it no matter how many times I try. So I stopped trying. I set the charcoal down on the table beside me and rub my fingers together. The black dust smears across my skin, gets under my nails. It used to feel like progress, like I was making something. Now it just feels like evidence that I’m still here when I shouldn’t be. The room is so quiet it’s almost loud. The kind that sits on your chest and makes it hard to breathe, the kind that fills up all the space until there’s nothing left but you and your thoughts

Together, they wove a tapestry of love, each thread intertwined with the others, strengthening their bond with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered promise. Their lovemaking was a symphony of sighs, moans, and the soft rustle of skin against skin. It was a celebration of their love, a defiant stand against the darkness that had threatened to consume Vivi. In this moment, they were invincible, their love a beacon that illuminated the shadows, rendering them powerless.

Their gloves burnt down to their flesh which now bled. The king alights his throne and the knights draws out their sword. Annabelle falls to the floor her eye ball covered in black and black blood dripping as tears. The various men and women close to Annabelle drifted backwards, their lips and fingers trembling. Their eyes blinking rapidly. Annabelle could smell nothing but blood.

I screamed as I began to see the blood begin to trickle out of my neck. “Don’t worry, child he will heal. He did not cut it so deep that he will not heal.” Gabriel whispered into my ear. “I, Roman Vanden, vow to you, my love, I will bleed. For you, I vow to never let another day go by without you knowing how much I love you. I vow to never let you go and to track you down where ever you may hide. You are my heart, my blood, my life.” Roman said as he allowed the blood to flow from my neck and pool around my feet.

The battle against darkness was ongoing, and she was determined to be a beacon of light, a symbol of resilience and strength. As she walked into the unknown, Anastasia carried with her the scars of her past, a constant reminder of the battles she had fought. But she also carried the hope of a brighter future, where love and compassion would prevail over hatred and vengeance. As Anastasia's heart raced, her feet carried her swiftly towards the sound of the explosion. Dread washed over her, threatening to engulf her in its suffocating grip. As she approached the smoldering remains of the house, her eyes scanned the area for any signs of her loved ones.

The moment it slips from your grasp, someone else is already reaching for it. They say blood is thicker than water. They never mention power. Power makes strangers into allies... ...and family into rivals. I look across the table at my father. Grey eyes meet grey eyes. There's enough resentment in his expression to poison the room. I smile properly now. Power slipped from his hands... ...and I was the one who caught it. I have no intention of ever giving it back.

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.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

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.