Blood Feud Book Novels & Stories

“I officially hate him.” I looked down at the book in my hands, my fingers tracing the worn leather cover as I stared at the silver wolf carved into the center. Beneath it were three faded golden words that seemed almost too fitting for the place I was in. Blood. Beasts. Bonds. I swallowed and carried the book over to the nearest table, where Rigina dropped into a chair with a tired groan before pulling the book toward her. “Let’s get this over with before that idiot comes back and finds another reason to insult you.”

Chapter 35 - Fever Dream Eriks POV I felt it when the knife was plunged into her chest. I felt the skin tear as the blade was jabbed into her back, the burning as the silver cut into her. I felt my breath leave my lungs as I pushed forward and snapped my opponent's neck. Creed howled, in pain, as he pulled himself back. We had to find our mate and save her, kill whoever harmed her. Creed sniffed the air, following her scent. As we rushed towards her, she stared in shock, as she looked back at the man who stabbed her. His face was cold as he looked at her, rage filling his eyes. Before I could reach her, she slumped forward, gasping for air—the man disappearing into thin air, sheering away fr

You survived them. The café’s door chimed as people came and went, laughter drifting in. I stared at the window, at a group of teenagers who shoved each other playfully, carefree, untouchable. “I wish I could disappear,” I whispered. “Start over somewhere far away. Where I’m not the daughter of a mafia boss. Where I’m not about to marry a monster.” Gia reached for my hand, her grip firm. “Then let’s do it. I would help you, Bella. We could figure something out—”

They forgot to administer anesthesia while stitching him up. Had they not cuffed him to the iron bed, he probably could’ve run miles and miles with all those injuries. I didn’t even know what to say to him. He looked like a mummy wrapped tight, and I couldn’t figure out where I’d even begin to hit him. I sat down in front of him and gave him a long look. “All this just for Celina? You really chose her over your own brother?” Andy scoffed. “Celina is just a brainless fool. Just because she gave birth to your son, she gets a fortune? That’s Stormbringers’ money!”

It pissed Falling Feather off that he would glare at his wife. “I saw her beauty and wanted her. I never would have hurt her.” The man tried to lie about the fact that he had wanted to hurt Willow. Falling Feather knew better; the scent was different. “Leave this house and never come back. If you do, I have the right to kill you. No one would fault me for it. You didn’t see me here either!” The Chief ran out of the house, but didn’t leave it, would seem. Falling Feather heard Willow scream a few moments later. He ran out of the house to see an arrow in her stomach. Falling Feather looked around to see the chief standing with the bow in his hand. It was all he needed to see; he changed into t

He wanted to check with Heather on when they should leave but walked in on her spitting blood. “Don’t panic.” Heather lifted her hand and gasped for air. Then she wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand and noticed the blood’s color. Ironically, after spitting out blood, she felt slightly better. Though her body was still weak, and her mind clouded with confusion, she did not know if this was because of the kickboxing skills she was learning from the secret handbook or something else.

On the third night after Seraphina Vale—the academy's most envied beauty—took her own life, a blood ledger appeared out of nowhere in the abandoned chapel of St. Ophelia's Academy. Rumor had it that if you left a blood print on it, the ledger would grant your deepest wish. At first, nobody bought such a ridiculous story. Until Vivian Cross—all two hundred and twenty pounds of her—shakily made her choice: beauty. She dropped the weight overnight. Her features turned so delicate people couldn't look away. Just like that, she became the academy's new obsession. After that, no one called the blood ledger bad luck anymore. Dorian Blackwood chose his future, and the Black Council's recommendation

Chapter 35: Fighting contest Phoebe’s POV “I’m gonna kill you!” Hannah exclaimed through gritted teeth. Her eyes blazed with a yellow glow, her nails elongating with sharp claws. With a loud growl, Hannah charged forward, slicing through the edge of Aurora’s brown shirt. Punch after punch landed in Aurora’s abdomen, a guttural moan escaping her lips. The crowd jubilated, the cheers, drowned by the unsteady thud of my heart. Blood squirted in Aurora’s eyes when Hannah’s hardened fist connected to her jaw, her head going backward.

Perhaps it's effect is only mild. She poured a little of the blood in an empty glass she found on the table, then she added just a little ash and stirred. She frowned when nothing happened. Was the book wrong? If the book was wrong, the book wouldn't be restricted. She then added a little more ash, and the the blood began to foam. Interesting. She watched it closely, taking note of every single change. By the time the blood stopped foaming, it had turned black. She smiled. Now she wondered if this would work on the royal vampires. If only she could get their blood.

He smiled. “She kept him alive.” He poured a drink. “She always was curious.” He turned toward the chapel tower. “It’s time to write the last commandment.” ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “Two sons. One made from love. One forged in vengeance. But the mother? She walks between them—not as a guardian. Not as a savior. But as the blade they both must answer to.” — Aria Valente De Rossi