Blood Feud Book Novels & Stories

“Shouldn’t that make them even better friends or something? How did that even make them enemies?” “Shush! I’m not finished with the exposition! See, after Syrus made it big, he started having romantic designs for his friend’s wife—and then one night, while Mr. Jones was asleep, dude violated his wife, broke the poor woman’s spirits and psyche in the process, and now she went cuckoo who died in depression. How’s that for the origin of a blood feud, huh?” “Holy. Sh*t! That’s some history right there, man! I would have never heard of it had you never told me!”

"A lot of people don't know about this because they never got to bond. Her name was Greta. She was a sweet soul who worked in a bookstore. It came as a shock when she discovered she and Jaris were mated. Jaris, at this time, didn't really care. It was during this period he and Caden had a fallout due to their beast issues. "As you know, they're Alpha Feeders. Feeders are greatly avoided and if the people knew this fact about Jaris and his brother, they never would've let either of them take over leadership from their father. Jaris and Caden were meant to keep this a secret. Unfortunately, Caden got out of hand. He developed an untamable beast with insane bloodthirst. People were beginning to

My babaanne states firmly, and I know she means the threat she has openly declared, and it infuriates me more than I’d like to admit. I take one step closer towards her, looking down at her through narrowing eyes. “If you so much as cause her any harm, you will have me to answer to. She is mine to punish, not yours.” After all, it is my parents' and my abis' blood that her family has spilled. “You have let your good heart and conscience cloud your decision, Quenten. This is a blood feud we are in, and it requires you to spill blood!” “Did I hear right?” My Emre Amca asks as he barges into the study with Ozan hot on his heels.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

There was a cold authority in the way he carried himself, so calm and self assured, as if he commanded the very air around him. “Mom?” I pressed, growing more anxious. My mother sighed again, her movements slow and heavy, as if speaking was a burden. “This is Graeme Buchanan,” she said softly. “Alpha of the Rosewood Pack, King of the Wolf Alliance.” The words didn’t make sense at first. “Werewolf?” I whispered, the pieces clicking into place. “Is that what attacked me?” My pulse raced as I tried to comprehend what she was saying. Mom shook her head, as if unable to bear confirming it out loud. The man— Graeme —stepped forward, his eyes locked on mine.

His hand had not moved from the table’s edge, but she felt him—contained storm, coiled fury, Alpha steel. “The blood feud,” the Keeper continued, “binds all packs to its law. It cannot be unsaid. From this moment, there is no retreat, no truce but through death, surrender, or oathbreaking.” Her head tilted slightly, as though she saw what no mortal eyes could. “So it has been since the Age of First Blood. So it is now.” Kael stood unflinching, his lips curved in that venomous smile Zaria had come to loathe. Lucien rose too, not in anger but inevitability. A king answering a challenge. His voice cut like a blade:

The book grew, towering, a cathedral of blood and memory. Elena’s eyes met mine, tears streaming. “Alexander, I love you. But this is my story.” “No!” I roared, grabbing her wrist. “We do this together.” Mamá’s hand joined ours, blood slick. “Family,” she said, voice steady. “All or none.” Marco’s fingers laced through, scars glowing. “Vasquez and Kane. One blood.” We pulled. The thread snapped. The book exploded. Light, white, blinding, ours—flooded the alley, the mansion, the city. Memories poured back: Javier’s laugh, Elena’s first steps, Mamá’s boleros, my parents’ last hug. The pages burned, the cover crumbled, the wager dissolved.

The winner stopped in front of Vin and gave him a small bow, offering his win to the dragon. “This is my world, Callie.” Callie shuddered at her name on Vin’s lips. “Whatever rumors you’ve heard about me and the Baros family are true. We are a murdering, pillaging bunch who find pleasure in others’ pain. Scared yet?” She was. Callie was terrified of what she was seeing, but instead of answering his question, she fired back. “I’ve seen my fair share of cruelty in the world. I’m not that easy to scare.”

He was sucking her blood vigorously without a care in the world. Phoebe trembled, she knew that he had noticed her presence but that didn't deter him from continuing in his feed. He was savoring each second of draining life from the poor woman. Phoebe had never seen such in real life, except in history books, fiction or in the theater. Even when her blood was drained, it was done with tubes and wires, as she called them. He suddenly stopped and ripped the girl's head off her neck with his fangs.

“Read it for yourself.” I grabbed the book, the knot in my stomach tightening. What was this about? I suddenly didn’t want to read it as I dreaded what I’ll find. She had gone straight to the page where the prophecy was written so I read it even if I didn’t want to. When the one who’s neither of the moon nor of the dark consumes the blood of the one who's of Lycan lineage, the beast of death shall rise and cause havoc upon all creatures of the earth.