Blood And Money Novels & Stories

Rachel asked though I could already guess what Art was going to answer. "Blood money is a big motivator. Blood is a big motivator. This world is made up of more monsters than you know, Rachel. We're all slaves to the blood trade in one way or another. Now I just need permission to start looking into Elena Campbell." "If you're asking me for it? You have it. Just. Tell me everything. No matter what you find out. I want to know. Deal?" Art offered her his hand and I released my grip on her arm so she could shake it with the firmest grip her shaking hand could manage.

A white wolf locked eyes on him, grabbed the jar in its jaws, and respectfully placed it in my hand. Another wolf bared its teeth and sank them into Noah's neck. It tossed him into the air and slammed him to the ground. Just as they opened their jaws to finish him off, I raised a hand. They stopped at once, crouched by my side with their heads lowered. Noah's eyes lit up. "May, I'll… be happy to die here. But you stopped them… Does this mean—" I yawned, then continued, "You're reading too much into it. I just didn't want them tainted by your filthy blood."

"Now we have a conversation about justice. About payment for debts owed. About what it costs to destroy a man's family." "I'll pay whatever you want. Money, territory, business deals. Name your price." Mikhail said in a rush. He was unsettled. Gromov laughed again, this time it was filled with anger. "You still don't understand. This isn't about money. This is about blood." The warehouse door opened, and I saw Mikhail silhouetted against the daylight outside. Even from this distance, I could see the tension in his shoulders, the careful way he held himself.

The idea of going to hunt down the witch that killed Dan was very thrilling. Hell, everyone looked excited like they were attending a party with free booze, only that the major booze vampires chug down is blood. "Wait! Even though I don't understand a thing y'all are blabbing about. Can you at least help me up so I can be on my merry way?" Blondie's voice interrupted our brief merriment. Dad brought out his checkbook and gave the blondie a hundred thousand dollars cheque.

he let out a deep sigh, "The heads doesn't care if both groups kill each other, what's important is they entertain the one who provides them money." Money. All of this things circulates around the money. Money is the reason. Is money more important than life? Eleonna felt like she was about to throw up. Is this how desperate humanity is for that thing? Are they that willing to get their hands dirty just to satisty their needs? She swore she only felt the weight of her bad decisions just now. She doesn't want to be a murderer, she never wanted to become one. "Now, do you still want to take the part of the game, Eleonna?"

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

I never expected to receive compensation. When I looked at the notification message that had just appeared on my phone, I could not help asking: “Where did this money come from?” The system answered immediately. [Compensation funds originate from the assets of the Lawson Group.] [Assets were legally liquidated and transferred under system administration before being transported across worlds.] [Source verified as compliant. Host bears no future liability or repayment obligations.] So it was the Lawson family’s money. I had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

If someone tried to stick their hand down my pants, they’d get a punch to the jaw. She shuffled the cards then dispersed them onto the table. “I don’t want your money. It’s tainted.” “Tainted how?” “Because of the way you earned it. It’s blood money.” My eyes narrowed because she wasn’t wrong. She moved the cards around until she was only left with three. She examined each one. “Fire. Demon. Death.” I glanced at the cards then looked at her once more. “You picked those cards.”

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.