Blood Feud Book Novels & Stories

I perched on the edge of a splintered table, wincing when it groaned beneath me. “Alright, then explain.” “The four mated couples got along for some time, each going off on their own. They built homes and eventually towns, forming packs to rule and command. And as fate often has it, when two people are fated for one another, they began to have children.” His eyes were latched onto my face, absorbing my every reaction. The way his voice dipped into darkness; it had my shoulders tensing. There was devastation in his voice, but also centuries old anger. “As the ruling families and their packs grew…issues arose. One in pursuit of power, another their own pleasure, petty fights and grievances esc

I ran my fingers over the glossy image before turning my attention to the writing on the back of the first page. ‘You and your mate will be able to heal each other with your bond. Your blood will heal them and their blood will heal you. There is nothing stronger than the blood of a mate.’ ‘Do you remember the day that we were attacked by a bear in the woods? He almost killed me. Maverick gave me his blood and that was how I survived the attack. I felt myself die and I felt myself come back to life.’

Blood. There were quite a lot of red stains, even stretching faintly like traces left behind by someone walking while injured. Several servants were busy cleaning it. Robert stopped walking. His expression shifted slightly. “Whose blood is that?” One of the servants immediately lowered his head nervously. “It belongs to the person who fed the dogs earlier, Sir.” Robert looked at the servant expressionlessly. “Bitten?” “Yes, Sir.” The servant answered carefully. “The dogs got loose while being fed.” Robert fell silent for a few seconds.

The scent of blood, coppery and thick, seeped under the door. Tess backed into the farthest corner, clutching a heavy brass bookend from the desk. The fight outside seemed to be reaching a fever pitch. She saw Liam, a titan of black fury, surrounded by three wolves. He dispatched one with a brutal shake of his neck, but another latched onto his hind leg. He roared in pain, a human-sound ripped from an animal throat. It was the opening the enemy had waited for.

“And Lia? Clean your knuckles. The blood under your fingernails is too careful. Too clean. Real blood stays for days.” She fled into the neon-lit night, the walls of her identity crumbling around her. She had infiltrated the Moretti family. And in doing so, she had been utterly, completely caught. The hunt was on, but she was no longer the hunter. She was the prey on a very short, very invisible leash, held by the most dangerous man she had ever met. And the ghost of her sister’s earring seemed to burn in the darkness between them, a silent witness to the devil’s bargain she had just made.

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

He never missed. And neither did he this time. The gun was pointed at my head and he was ready to shoot when Camilla kicked him on the shin and screamed harder than she ever had before. My father lost the control on the gun for a second but he still managed to pull the trigger. Pain interrupted in my left leg and blood flooded out of the bullet wound. Camilla kept screaming as I moaned in pain. I pushed the pain away and crawled closer to my father.

I wanted him to ravage me again, to take me over and over until we were both spent… Then my father mentioned that we were blood enemies, sworn to hate one another until the other was obliterated. It was an old mafia blood feud from back home in Italy. I felt disgusted with myself afterwards, sick to my core that an enemy made me feel that way, made me crave every inch of him. Do they know about our blood feud? I didn’t want to think about this anymore, so I stepped out of the bathroom and headed toward the walk-in closet, feeling more frustrated than before. Sighing, I hate to admit it but Sienna had impeccable taste in clothing and everything I chose was my exact size.