Blood Feud Book Novels & Stories

There would be no punishment for the people who laughed and had signed papers and went to sleep as my family burned. When I stayed there, I would be walking farther into the jaws of the monster. I sat up and embraced my knees; my fingers tore into my flesh. My heart was still weak. My hands were still too easy to shake. I was not as strong as him. I was not made to find my place in this world of guns and blood. But I was tired of running. I got weary of being small and frightened and powerless. “I should have died without making a noise,” I said to myself. "They were wrong."

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

I only understood my sister's hatred after she killed me. Lydia Vale did not hate me because I had taken anything from her. When we were sixteen, the Blood Ledger appeared before us on the night of the red moon. Lydia stared at the crimson light first. The man smiled. "The Glamour Gift," he said. "Beauty that can bend a room before you speak. Desire, attention, invitations, worship." Then he looked at the silver light.

Mercy made every rotten part of me visible. The first Blood Feather book snapped open above my head, its pages bleeding black ink faster than the wind could turn them. A sentence wrote itself across the open page, and every wolf on the field saw it at the same time. The child promised before breath belongs to the throne before he belongs to the mother. My knees weakened. “No,” I said again, louder this time, because motherhood was the only truth I had left that Blood Feather had not completely stolen. The book wrote another line beneath the first, crueler and darker, as if my refusal had amused whatever old hunger lived inside it.

The one he was telling me about, Oh my God, I crept backward, away from the body, I killed him, I touched my lips, tasting the blood on the tip of my tongue, I clicked my tongue, who knew blood would be so sweet, like thick maple syrup but with spice, it was like eating sex, it was that good. I- I am one of them, I am one of those... things, Maurice told me about. All he wanted to do was help, and he did help. He saved my life and this is how I repay him, but I didn't want to kill him, I didn't... It's just that I- I was so hungry and after drinking his blood, I felt so... Powerful. Maybe I was the one responsible for the attacks, Maurice said it himself, that after the cleansing, there wasn

“…more reckless let’s say. As you know, fey use human blood from time to time but it’s not like they need it. Tatiana, who had been fighting by my side, was wearing down as well. I gave her my blood and she wiped out the entire army.” “How?” Liam was leaning forward, also engrossed in the story. Olivia shook her head. “I don’t want to explain it. It was gruesome and inhumane. Fey are not to be trifled with, no matter their appearance. They are loyal and loving but they do not keep the same mindset and humanity that we do.” Her voice was low. “So let’s say she melted them down. What happened then? She rewarded you?” Liam excitedly asked.

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire (Complete) *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, bu

I lifted my bloodied face, the mix of blood and cream making for a horrifying sight. I was utterly wretched. I, Cynthia Quinn, was nearly maimed by my boyfriend on my 26th birthday. A crimson haze clouded my vision. In my fading consciousness, the last thing I heard was Xander stammering, "I'm sorry, I really am… I didn't mean to… It wasn't Natasha's fault; I just wanted to tease Cynthia a bit. I never thought—"