Novel & Cerita Blood And Wine Cast

--- Dinner was… an experience. The menu consisted of dishes that looked normal enough—roasted meats, glazed vegetables—but every goblet at the table was filled with blood. I stuck to water. Which, by the way, made me the only person in the room not drinking blood, and I could feel the curious stares from the other guests.

His shoulders rose slightly as if the sound affected him deeply, as if my voice touched him. When the last note faded, he exhaled—a soft, almost sensual release of breath. “She is mine.” The words hit me like a physical blow. Madame Elladine bowed deeply. “My Lord Morcant—” Lord Morcant. The patron. The masked phantom of The Blood Opera. The man whose name was spoken in fearful admiration throughout London’s underworld. He raised a hand, silencing her. His gaze pinned me in place. “Miss Wynn,” he murmured, his voice smooth as velvet over steel, “Welcome to my opera.”

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

She provided it to me and my father snatched it out of my hand to read. Father looked impatient and asked, “And who is Marco?” “He’s my Beta,” Nolan said flatly. “So, you have a biased witness. He could’ve gotten that blood anywhere,” Father argued. “Unlikely,” Healer Leslie interjected. “I checked the sample myself. Beta Marco’s batch of treated blood matches the one tested from the wine sample, not the one from rogues. And before you say I’m biased, I honestly couldn’t give a damn about what is going on here.”

he repeated, softer but no less menacing "Or bring me to her family Either way, someone's going to bleed." --- The corridor emptied. The Blackwoods were left standing alone. Eleanor seethed at Harrison, her lips curling into the smallest of smiles as Vivian muttered to herself and giggled frantically. Samuel did not even glance at them Instead he held his glass of wine aloft, his gaze fixed on the crimson liquid Slowly, deliberately, and steadily tipping it over onto the white marble floor, "May this be the last drop of mercy they ever see" he said, the red wine poured across the white stone like a stain that would never be washed.

] Nero kindly reminded Audrey who looks as if she has been love struck for the second time around. "Oh, yeah sure! No worries. I--I-I mean... You are most welcome." "oh, look... It works!" The bubbly Prince Niccoli blurted out all of the sudden. He casually stroke Audrey's forearm that used to have a glaring wound. It was also his first time seeing the effect of the HEAVENLY WINE in person. The result was really stunning. One minute, the wound was still glaring and blood was continuously gushing out from it. But the moment Audrey drank the wine, it did not take long for the wound to vanish, leaving no trace. Not even a small scar was left! It was as if the wound was nothing but part of their

I took a steadying breath and then entered our council meeting, taking my seat at the head of the table. “Gentlemen,” I greeted. “Tonight, I have a special type of wine prepared for us." Amber circled the table, pouring red blood from the wine bottle into each member's glass. "Tonight, brothers,” I repeated. “We feast on a new brand, sweet revenge." I raised my cup in the air, and we clinked our glasses with one another. "Oh, wow. This blood is sweet. Whose is it?" Wendall asked as blood spilled down his chin.

There's a short silence before one of the maids steps forward, carrying a small glass of red wine on a silver tray. “The wine symbolizes the blood of Bloodfang and that your words are as pure as your heart,” the elder continues, picking up the glass from the tray and holding it out for Sage, who accepts it. He looks at the crowd one more time before bringing the glass to his lips, but stops halfway when his nose twitches. ‘Instinct,’ Alpha Rowan's voice echoes in his head. His brows furrow as he inhales deeply into the glass of wine; the smell is faint, fading, but it's there. Instantly, his eyes snap to the crowd without bringing down the glass.

The psychological warfare was working perfectly. A young maid approached their section of the table, carrying an ornate tray with two glasses of what appeared to be premium red wine. The girl, Liliana, had been Zora's maid when she was at the Moonclaw Pack. She set the glasses before them with practiced grace. The moment the scent hit his nostrils, Trent's eyes began to glow with an otherworldly light. The rich, metallic undertone beneath the wine's bouquet was unmistakable. Blood. And not just any blood – this had been specifically chosen for its potency.

, he dropped and the elders gasped. Gazes and murmurs were flying from one person to the other as they tried to figure out whoever could be involved in the terrifying incident. “It seems the wine is not up to the taste of Amy and her grandfather, you drank it so well on the consummation ceremony day though.” Prince Klaux dropped and all the gazes fell on them. Their glasses were still in their hands, filled with their drinks. No one needed to tell them that they either have to prove they are not the culprit by drinking the wine or confess to their sins.