Blood And Wine Cast Novels & Stories

"We didn't want this happen" "You did! You whore!" Maddy hissed. Tears starting to pour out from her eyes. "My Rodrigo was dead because of the two of you-" "You lied to us all" the captain interrupted the old lady pulling her from behind. He looked at Maria with his unfathomable eyes. "Now this village is damned because of you and your daughter!" "My daughter is not a Badblood!" Maria protested but lost in the crowd of faces of the angry villagers. "Oh seeesh! She is!" shouted Maddy and everybody looked at her. "She bleeds gold! That's not a human blood. She's a mons-"

Matteo Romano stood behind a desk carved like an altar, a rare bottle of Barolo already uncorked. He poured two glasses without asking. “To contracts sealed in blood,” he murmured, raising his. Bianca accepted hers, though her hand trembled. The wine burned rich, sweet, and heavy on her tongue like temptation, like poison. For the first time, he spoke of himself not as Il Re di Ferro, but as a boy who learned early that mercy was weakness. He revealed fragments, carefully chosen, like daggers disguised as confessions. Yet every detail bound her tighter to his world.

All heads dip in a bow, the music picks up as we walk to our seat, hand in hand with fake smiles on our faces. Oh, what a shit show. Once we’re seated, the chatters resume, quickly over shadowing the music. I take the first bottle of wine that I see, pour myself a glass and knock it back, revelling in the burn at the back of my throat. Quentin and Oliver alongside Gisele sit together, and I know Eira would have sat there too. But she isn’t here. I hope she can change her mind. But that’s wishful thinking. I slam another shot down my throat.

I murmured, tipping the wine glass until it emptied in the velvety lined bowl presented by one of the castle stooges, before Kalden placed a different glass in my outstretched hand. “And now, to the maidens here with us today! Sarah Oliver! Dennis Martin! Layla Innket! And finally, Nola Reynolds!” I bellowed, raising my wine glass high as I finished the toast, my eyes fastening on Nola’s surprised face before I looked away, my mask of disinterest carefully placed fracturing a little as I tipped my head back, feeling the white walls of the room whirl around me. I downed the glass in one go, the wine cold and sweet as it trickled down my insides.

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

Blood. There were quite a lot of red stains, even stretching faintly like traces left behind by someone walking while injured. Several servants were busy cleaning it. Robert stopped walking. His expression shifted slightly. “Whose blood is that?” One of the servants immediately lowered his head nervously. “It belongs to the person who fed the dogs earlier, Sir.” Robert looked at the servant expressionlessly. “Bitten?” “Yes, Sir.” The servant answered carefully. “The dogs got loose while being fed.” Robert fell silent for a few seconds.

Darian’s growl was low and immediate. Rhea closed her eyes for one breath. Then she continued toward the western arch. The cup struck her before she reached it. Bitter ceremonial wine splashed across her shoulder, chest, and sleeve, dark red against the cream fabric. The force of the throw was not enough to hurt, but the shock stopped her. Wine ran down the front of her gown in jagged streaks, soaking through cloth and cooling against her skin. For one horrible second, it looked like blood. Gasps spread across the courtyard.

Soon, the butler led in two large black dogs. Connor tossed the bundle in his hands onto the ground in front of them. The dogs caught the scent of blood. Excited, they dragged out the remaining limbs and began to tear into them. I lost control and rushed forward, trying to take Jamie back–but the butler held me tightly in place. I screamed at Connor, my voice breaking, "Connor! That's your son! He was torn apart by dogs–how can you feed him to them again? Are you even human?!"

, Damion spoke. “Strange…”,Alex stated as he finished off his origami work and gave it to Mac, his driver to keep.” Back to the wine, it all tastes like shit. They are either too dry or too weak or sour. This is not the same blood I am looking for! Find the damn blood of 1530’s. I don’t care how you get it but get the job done properly or don’t come back.”, Alex shouted at the staff and flipped over the table that had the bottles of wine on it and he stormed out of the wine cellar with Damion on his side. All Damion could do was keep quiet and follow Alex. The rest of Alex’s day was the same old usual, busy. He had meetings with shareholders to attend to, a new foundation plan, and the blood

His eyes seemed to dilate for a short moment, but then he just shrugged, and gave her the glass. Freya smiled as she brought it to her lips, tasting the wine. It was sweet and exotic. She thought it was a bit intimate drinking from the same glass as him. But then she thought that she needed to gain control of herself, and not let everything about him excite her. One glance at him, she knew that she was only deceiving herself. "But do not try to take any wine without asking me first. Some of them are mixed with blood." She abruptly withdrew the glass from her lips, and he laughed.