Blood Bender Novels & Stories

That rate is especially higher with alphas. As I'm overwhelmed with infirmation bombarding me I feel my breath become shallow and for the first time since he grabbed my face I look away from Jaxson and start digging through my bag for an inhaler. I'm the complete opposite of a shifter they're known for being genetically superior. Not needing glasses or inhalers. They're strong. I'm the complete opposite.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

Leonard, meanwhile, sat at the head of the table with the men, his voice calm but commanding, like he was orchestrating a symphony only he could hear. Dinner began. Conversation buzzed. I tried to steady my hands as I lifted my glass, pretending the crystal didn’t tremble against my fingers. And then it happened. The wine slipped before I even realized it—scarlet liquid blooming like blood across the lap of Bianca Moretti, the wife of the rival boss himself. The hall stilled. Forks paused mid-air. “Oh God….” I reached for a napkin, mortified, but Bianca caught my wrist before I could dab at the spreading stain.

His voice was hoarse, and a puddle of blood had started to congeal on the floor around him. Fresh blood dripped into the puddle, his head sagging forward. “I’ve told you everything I know.” “I don’t know, Anan. Have you?” Blood was streaked across Wilder’s face, his hands looked like he’d dipped them into a bucket of blood, his hair was matted with it. His toenails lay in a bloody heap as did the ten severed toes. “I mean, I haven’t even started on your hands yet.”

"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.

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

she said with an evil grin and looked at my father. "The blood era is coming to an end. Our divine wolf is here," she said, "and she will liberate her people," and my father almost hit her but withdrew his strength. If he landed the blow, he would have succeeded in injuring or killing her. She was a delta breed, and he was alpha. Their strengths were not close at all. "What do you mean?" Beta Green asked Kendra. "The Massacre at the moon territory," she began, and I became scared. "The blue wolf was Desiree Dawson," she confessed, and my father roared, he looked at me and slammed me against the wall.

The blood trickling down her body and the sound of her muffled screams was a sight to behold. With sharp and precise movements, I pulled out the device; ripping her nipples and slicing her mammary gland open. Blood spurted everywhere from the destroyed organ, decorating my boots and the beautiful carpet. "It's called a breast slicer!!" I said with a smile. I removed the gag from my spectator and let him utter strings of profanities and curses in Russian. "Do you confess to your crimes Mr. Vladimir?" "Yes I do!! Just call an ambulance!! Fucking stop this madness please!!"