Blood And Love 소설 & 이야기

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. ***

to normal once the storm passed and the Blood Moon disappeared back into the clouds. Now it’s over. At last, it was all over. We were triumphant in the struggle against the Black Bloods, having successfully eluded death and destroyed the pack’s curse. Dimitri marked his eyes as he gazed at me gratefully, saying, “It worked! The curse on me and my pack for decades is finally broken. After so many years I am set free from this burden I carried, all because of you Isabella.” He was no longer bound by a curse, and the weighty sword of death and his pack were no longer looming over his head.I can feel Dimitri’s powerful arms grip my waist tightly, drawing me in and kissing me passionately and sw

he added, pressing the barrel with more force on my temple. “Drop the gun,” Ricardo ordered but Fabian did not budge. “No.” “Fabian, please drop it,” I said. “Stop talking!!” He shouted. “This is your last chance,” Ricardo said. “Drop it.” “No!” Fabian screamed, the gun digging harder into my temple. “You don't get to win! You don't—” A crack split the air. Warm blood sprayed the side of my face as Fabian jerked and crumbled behind me, a bullet hole smoking through his head.

Jairo grabbed his cheeks roughly, forcing him to look up. “Love,” he said through gritted teeth, “was the only part of me untouched by blood. The moment she screamed my name, even that was taken. I searched for her in every damn shadow, and now that I have her again — I will burn the world before I let her go, along with the people who wants to take her away from me.” He then shoved Mateo’s face away in disgust, breathing hard. His chest rose and fell as memories of Emilia’s voice crawled through him, the sight of her being taken that day, the helplessness that had consumed him for seven years.

Valenfort was reborn, yet in its heart the song of blood had not ended. Above, the moon bled faint red once more. And on the wind, a whisper drifted from somewhere beyond: “As long as blood still flows, love has not yet ended.”

You deserve to die. I could feel the blood running in my arms. I stopped and ripped some part of my long sleeve shirt and tied it in my right arm, where my love left a deep wound after fighting with me with his sword. I made sure that the blood had already stopped, then I found myself weeping. Stupid feelings of mine, my heart was stabbed by a hundred knives, what a fool I was. “Stupid! Why are you crying when you didn't even really love me and betrayed me? But my love, you have totally changed, you can even hold a sword like that,” my mind said and then I smirked, I didn't know what emotion I should feel.