Blood Death Wish Novels & Stories

In the third step, while reciting the spell to become a black wolf: "Twist the bones and bend the back. Trim me of murdered boy fat. Give me fur, a tail black as black. Claws, fangs, make me a wolf, werewolf. Sharpen my teeth, the taste of blood is in my mouth when I bite down, ripping out their throat. Intestines are being torn apart; they scream, sounds like "Die!" but they don't. Make them live again. Again, and I will bite them again. Hearts stop beating, blood spills, stains my paws - color of spilled blood, fresh blood, and I want more. I can't stop drinking. I'll never be full; I'll never feel full again. I'm thirsty, burning up inside."

I answered curtly. "Brilliant." He grinned grimly, showcasing his rows of sharp teeth. Dazzlingly white and pointed. The blank piece of paper that sat on top of the briefcase began to bleed with words and formed sentences. "I, Death, agree to grant Reniella De Vega a single wish if she successfully collects the soul of Deshawn Cervantes within the time period," he read out from memory. Then, he fished a ballpoint pen from the inside of his suit jacket and placed it next to the paper.

I think of the oath I swore at this grave with blood on the stone and a priest as witness, and I think of the authorization code in violet ink with the initial T, and I understand that the vengeance I wanted would have made me the same thing as the man who signed the order. I stand. I turn away from the grave. Serafina is still waiting at the edge of the grove, her hand now empty at her side, her eyes on my face. "Walk back with me," I say. She falls into step beside me without a word. We cross the grove together, past the olive trees and the dry earth and the place where the bullet came from an hour ago, and we walk through the gate into the courtyard where three capos are dead on the stone

The empire I never wanted is now mine. Victor's death also creates a blood debt. Cindy's death is another matter entirely. You fuck with Victor's organization and it will cost your life. You fuck with the innocent who have nothing to do with the game and you open a door of horrors that should remain locked. I'm that horror and by the time I'm done, the people responsible will understand that my wrath has no rules. All these years Victor held me in check and now the door to my inner demons is open and all they want to do is swim in blood.

Wish I can go and revisit the evil I Did through the course of my life (I wish) ?Wish I could go back in time take the Wrongs that I did and reverse them to right (Fuck) ?Wish I can take all the pain, the hurt, The struggle and keep 'em inside (Damn) ?Wish I can say that I'm sorry to People I broke here before that I die (What)... "Owen I don't want to die. I wanna get down" I looked at her and she held a frightened look on her face.

He felt extremely confident in his chances to survive. “You’re dead, you b*stards!” “How dare you cripple me!” “You want to destroy the Hatchet Gang?!” “Ha! What a f*cking joke!” “Just look at us! How are you supposed to get your way in?!” “Are you gonna ram your heads at us?!” “You’re dead!” “There’s no turning back!” “I’ve seen a lot of people who have a death wish, but it’s my first time seeing someone this eager to die!”

I couldn't imagine what might happen if something went wrong at that event. I never expected this. Arianna had stolen everything from me, and still, it wasn't enough for her. She wouldn't even spare my mentor. I was spinning in circles, frantic, helpless. But there was nothing I could do. After all, I was dead. And in the very way I had always feared most. A double death, with a baby inside me. Only, it didn't happen on the hospital's operating table like I had imagined. No, I died in my lakeside cottage, alongside a little kitten who thought it had finally found a home, a new life.

her whisper echoed softly in the chaos around us, penetrating the darkness that had engulfed my soul. "I'll love you with every breath I take," I vowed, my voice a hoarse whisper, "I'll love you deeper, fiercer, and more passionately than you ever loved me. You died for me, now I, Marco Costello, will die for you, Amy Costello, but not before I've bathed in their blood." Her death wasn't the end; it would be the catalyst for my wrath, the trigger for my unleashed fury. They'll beg for mercy, but I'll show them none. Every drop of blood spilled in her name will be a symphony of vengeance.

I wanted to wipe him off the face of the earth. I ground the metal into the ruins of his face. Feeling the grating of his bones as they turned to dust. One eye hung lifeless and unseeing from what remained of the socket. And still, I couldn’t stop. I kept bringing it down into the mess of Young Blood’s face. “He’s dead.” Wicked put a hand on my shoulder, and I froze. The fire extinguisher raised over my head. “He’s dead, Gent. You need to stop now.”

A loud gasp escaped my mother’s lips, “Daniel, he didn’t mean it he’s clearly intoxicated!” Silence fell around us as the conversation had drawn an audience. My father came from a long line of Betas and had already earned his title in the usual way by defeating his father in combat. Not to mention he had stood by Alpha Atticus (Austin’s father) through countless pack wars through the years. The last one that claimed Alpha Atticus’ life left my father with a blown-out shoulder and an ankle that did not heal properly giving him a slight limp. He gave his all for his Alpha and I know he would until my brother came of age for the title.