Novel & Cerita Blood And Wine Cast

It was cold, and hideously dangerous. "This is all for you, can't you feel that I am helping you?" He smiled before and after he said that, before getting serious again. He took a wine glass and then a bottle right next to it before approaching her and standing in front of her. He poured the wine into his wine glass. He slightly rotated the glass before handing it to her. "Drink it," "Is this a blood ?!" "There's no wine here made from fruit Raenerys, if that's what you're looking for."

After Maya came back from the woods with Ashton, he prepared a feast for her and the three people in the house sat at the table as they enjoyed their meal. Eliphas has even brought out a rare bottle of red wine. Although it's said that werewolves, witches, and all supernatural beings don't get easily drunk, the wine was specifically brewed so after a short time, Maya’s cheeks had turned red from the wine. She had not even taken a full glass and her face had already turned a crimson red.

“It’s in the cellar, down three flights of stairs. Tell the cellar master Kael sent you, bring the blood wine.” “Blood wine. Yes, Your Highness.” I put down the bucket and left quickly. I found the stairs, which were dark, and went down. The cellar was cold and smelled like dirt and dust. A big Lycan sat on a stool, polishing a boot. “Cellar Master,” I said clearly. “King Kael sent me for the blood wine.” He looked up at me with yellow eyes. He was huge. He laughed. “The little human slave sent for wine. Are you sure the King didn’t send you to be dinner?”

I assured him as he smiled. "Very well, I shall drink for you since you are my wife. What is mine is yours and what is yours, mine." He said as he grabbed my new wine. "To the bride!" The king shouted. "To the bride!" The guests responded before they all drank excluding myself that drank water. I coughed as I covered my mouth before I stared in shock at the blood in my hand as well as August. "Callisto." August said as I continued to cough out more blood sending everyone in panic.

They began to dance towards the pool of the stagnant blood in the corner of the room, digging their wine cups in it as they began to gulp it down their throat. Haeeeeeeeeww, so disgusting. Why would they gladly wine on an human blood. If I had been dead, by now my blood would have been added to the stagnant pool of blood. What a helpless lost lifes! I pitied them so dearly, some innocent souls blood has been shed here. “Have some wine.” Iye ordered, pointing a full-filled glass of blood to me. She must certainly be joking, why would she think I would open my eyes clearly seeing how smelling and dirty the pool was and also when I know fully well that this isn’t a regular wine but a blood.

Estrella asked Mila, who was busy collecting blood from the corpses. Mila pointed to the van outside using her mouth, "Victoria and Vino did the work." She shook her head in stress, "Vino sucked. Blood from one of the maids there. He's really such a headache!" "Hey!" Vino shouted when he heard his name from the two girls' conversation. He wiped the blood from his mouth, "I was thirsty, okay? And err, her blood tastes so bitter." He even retched. "I almost forgot–" Sanguis suddenly head locked Vino. "You told me that this mission would be more exciting! You liar!"

" I asked, watching her pour another glass of wine straight from the plastic bag. Bile rose in my throat, realizing that the wine wasn't wine at all. It was blood. I didn't want to know where this bag came from, but I hoped it belonged to the hospital supplies and no one had given their life to fill it. "You'll do it. You'll do it. We'll have to struggle a bit first. But it's your choice..." She shrugged as if it was nothing.

I said firmly. "It's not real blood, just wine made from blood-red grapes and spices. A symbolic drink, nothing more. I promise it's suitable for wolves." I took the glass hesitantly, sniffing it. It smelled like wine and cinnamon and something else I couldn't identify. Sweet and spicy at once. "To unlikely alliances," Cassius said, raising his own glass. I sipped the blood-wine. It was delicious, warming my throat as it went down. I took another sip, feeling some of my tension ease.

---------- The grand dining hall was flooded with conversation—strategic whispers behind raised glasses, carefully measured laughter punctuating hushed negotiations. At the center of it all, Leonardo and I remained the focal point. Marcello Romano approached first, offering his congratulations with a bow of his head. “A perfect execution, Signora DeMarcus.” The name hit sharply, but I didn’t react. Not externally. Leonardo was watching me, waiting. I could feel it. “Thank you, Marcello,” I said smoothly, accepting the glass of wine offered to me. “Perfection is a necessary standard.” Marcello chuckled. “Spoken like a woman who understands power.”

If he wants war, he's got it coming and the De Lucas's better not have a hand in this. This fight was going to be a bloody one and I could sense it. My problem is I don't know who am up against and how many they are. I held the glass hard, applying pressure until its fragile frame shattered, spilling it's content on the expensive carpet. The smell of brandy mixed with blood was intoxicating. I needed to cool down and the only way I could achieve that, was by unleashing terror. Without paying any attention to my bleeding hand, I left my office for the dungeon.