Blood Domination Mga Nobela at Kwento

he tells him. The maid rush back with his bag of blood but became terrified by Philip's eyes and fangs. He sped up to her a bite her neck, she yelled as she tries to pull him away but he kept going deep. Her blood. It was the scenery of what they want. Red. Thick. Liquid. Human. Blood. The maid's body drop dead on the floor. "We are to become an Elite, if you hurt a witch, the Andres family will have our head. Stay away, am I understood?" He asked which only angers Carlos. "Am I understood?" He yelled facing the dead body.

"Keith, I swear, you have to believe me, I'd never hurt Elsie." Joan managed to pull herself together, offering the alpha a strained smile. "Alpha, there's got to be a mix-up. How could I ever do something so cruel to my husband's sister? Maybe someone's trying to play us, to pit our packs against each other…" The alpha's face was a mask of ice as he cut her off. "Truth or not, the investigation will sort it out. Our pack won't stand for a Luna who's a killer. Joan, go with them."

I don't want to look weak. Mommy is a mestiza so my white skin is dark. I also have that strong bone structure in the face, far from those angelic looking girls. I want it that way, though. Those girls appear to be vulnerable and I don't like that. Being raised alone by my mother, I was taught female dominance. Reason why I have that drive and audacity.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

"I told you it wouldn't work, Damon." "Father." Damon's voice is flat. No heat. No defense. Just the single word, spoken to make him stop. Not because he disagrees. "Weak bloodlines produce weak pups." The Alpha reaches for his wine glass. Calm. The verdict of a man who has never been wrong. "If she can produce at all." I stare at the pattern on my plate. Blue flowers around the white rim. Small and easy to overlook. My eyes are burning. I press it down, hard. I will not cry at this table.

“You cannot beat me, so you hide behind elders.” My father’s voice echoed in my head, calm and disappointed and far more dangerous than anger. You have embarrassed this house. Until you learn restraint, your privileges are suspended. Privileges. Like blood. All I fucking did was claim that pathetic human and worst, I apologized to him and told him I like him… I’m fucking irritated by my past self. Royal vampire blood supply comes from the human world. Carefully regulated. Voluntary donors. Humans who need money sell their blood, and we consume it cleanly. No chaos. No deaths. No scandals. That is how power stays quiet.

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

The police pulled them back, scolding them sharply, "Enough! Serena Ashford is a college student who’s broken the law again and again. She’s lower than animals." I stood frozen as Emily rushed in and whispered the DNA results into my ear. Martha Winters, the housekeeper, was Serena’s grandmother, and Adrian… Adrian was her biological father. At that moment, Margaret Miller, Serena’s biological mother, was wheeled into the station. Her face was slack, and her eyes vacant. Adrian’s face drained to chalk. He shrank back against the wall. Linda grabbed him by the collar, shoving him forward. "Do you remember my sister? Do you remember what you did? Kneel! Kneel and beg her forgiveness!"