Blood Bender Jjk Novels & Stories

"We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would die of the wound." Liv scrubbed her hands up and down her face. "I think I need a drink." Brodi was out of his chair in an instant. "Of course, Elskling. What would you like? We have tea, juice, coffee…" "Whisky," she answered flatly. Brodi cocked a brow in surprise. "Coming right up!"

I gripped my hands to hard they hurt, my nails digging into my skin, I could smell the blood in the air, and from the way Alex furrowed his brows he probably could as well. He held my hand softly slowly unfurling it, his eyes filled with confusion, “You’re hurt? How” I gave no answer, my smile never left my face, this wasn’t a dream… I’m not alone. he came back. He gently washed away the blood in the stream watching it as it quickly healed itself.

The silence of the night pressed heavily against the walls of the safe house, but inside Isabella’s mind, a storm was raging. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and suddenly she was no longer sitting on the worn couch — she was back in a small, sunlit room from years ago, a place untouched by the violence and betrayal that now ruled her life.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Then he turned and found Elena and Suede at the mouth of the alley. His eyes shifted in exactly the direction anyone could have predicted. “Ehi, belle!” He stepped forward, grinning. His palm swung toward Elena’s cheek— His hand never arrived. One sequence of movement. She caught his wrist, torqued it upward, folded it back at an angle that forced the elbow joint beyond its tolerance. The gang’s leader dropped to his knees on the wet asphalt. His face cycled through three expressions in rapid succession: total bewilderment, searing pain, and the dawning awareness that reality had not followed his script.

It went through to her back and her face contorted in pain. “What’s wrong?” The look of worry on James’ face was instant. A warm gush spilled down her legs. They both looked down. It was blood, soaking her sweatpants. Too much blood. “Fuck,” James said, already scooping her into his arms and rushing downstairs. A distant memory of his stepmother going into early labor flashed through his mind. They’d lost them both that day, Jenna and his baby sister. Wrath never really recovered, never dated again, and kept his relationships to hook-ups only.

"That mirror twists memories. It tries to break you. Don't let it win!" ​She turned to face him, her silver eyes cold. "It didn't break me, Kael. It woke me up. I know what the Bloodbound truly is now. It's not a partnership. It's a key. And your family wants to use it to open the gates of destruction."

Chapter 5: Morning After My hand flew to his hair, gripping hard. The sensation velvet heat, tongue swirling shorted out my brain. I’d had blowjobs before, from women, but this… this was different. Intense. No games, just raw skill. He was a maniac, alright. No shame, humming around me like he loved it. Bobbing, sucking, one hand stroking what his mouth couldn’t reach. I groaned, hips bucking involuntarily. “Alessio… shit…”

With his right he drew the bone dagger from her belt. The pack stilled. He pressed the blade to his palm. A single bead of blood welled, dark against his skin. He offered his hand to her. Ashley took it. She turned his palm upward, then drew the blade across her own, a swift shallow line. Their blood mingled as she pressed her palm to his. The bond flared white hot, flooding her with images: snow and fire, running paws, howling at stars, pups tumbling in spring grass, an endless line of wolves stretching back through centuries.

He stepped forward, his massive frame towering over the vampire as he looked down into the folds of the cloak. The Alpha's dark eyes instantly narrowed as he caught the visual markers of the crisis. Brynn’s face was pale, her soft jasmine scent heavily laced with the metallic, intoxicating tang of primordial vampire blood. But what Garick saw first—what caused his wolf instincts to flare with a protective panic—were the thin, smoky purple-and-black tracks of the Blood-born venom still faintly webbing across her collarbone. They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system.