Blood Feud Book Novels & Stories

I leap, rip, and snarl, blood soaking my fur. Too easy. A man fires. Misses. He fumbles. I’m on him in a second. My teeth meet flesh. His scream is short. Another aims. Layla smirks. We bait him. He shoots his own teammate instead. “What the hell—” one of them gasps. “Too late,” I growl. The traitor puts a bullet in his friend’s brain—then one in his own. He fights it. Cries. But obeys.

Never a whisper of anything else. And now this. “A marriage,” Vitale continued. “Your son and my Alessio. Public. Legal. Permanent. Our families joined through them. No more war. No more blood—unless someone’s stupid enough to break the bond.” Giovanni’s jaw worked. He looked at Luca. Luca met his eyes. Steady. Unreadable. “You do this,” his father said quietly, “it ends the feud. Saves hundreds of lives. Builds something stronger.” Luca’s voice came out rough. “And if I say no?”

“He’s built his entire plan around the version of Declan Callahan who inherited a war and the version of Seraphina Conti who married into one for convenience. He hasn’t accounted for what happens when those two people actually start fighting on the same side.” Behind him, the first real light of morning spilled through the study windows, gilding the edges of the map, the pins, the careful, furious calculations of a man determined to win a war he hadn’t started. I thought of my father somewhere in the dark, of Nico Ferretti’s name already crossed out before we’d even had the chance to find him, of the photograph still folded in my pocket like a wound I couldn’t stop touching. “Then let’s give

I don’t know why she was being such a bitch about the situation. Yeah, maybe I was being a dick myself calling her names, but why the fuck would she try to reject me like that? I’m sure since she didn’t know how to do an official rejection, then she also probably didn’t know how much of a big deal it was. If she’d done it right, I would have felt the severance of the bond, but how much worse could it actually hurt than what it did? The fact she gave me her blood to heal me, only made my feelings stronger. I never knew blood could taste so good and now I was craving hers like a drug. It’s a real fucked up situation to crave something you can never have again. Now all I felt was anger.

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.

With rage glaring on his face and his hand dripping of blood, he stood before the dead body of his greatest enemy. He roared in anger even as pain has a feast on him. He had wanted to kill the man before him with his own hand but he died before he could get to him. Today was a terrible and fearsome day as Feathers, who had been a rouge for the past seen years stormed Alpha Brett's territory with his warriors and killed many of unprepared Alpha Brett's warrior.

He said as he approached her like a predator stalking its prey. Robbin calmly clutched the knife as he got closer. He pulled the jeans from her grasp and began horribly kissing her again. His eyes were closed, saliva dripping from his disgusting mouth onto his beard. Slowly, she picked up her knife and, with the lightning strike of a cobra, she stabbed him in the neck, piercing his carotid artery. Warm blood trooped in spurts from his artery, like a faulty faucet all over his body and hers also, as she immediately retrieved the knife. His hand quickly shot up to his neck to stop the bleeding. Shock and rage clouded his face as he tried to pull himself to his feet. Multiple profanities flew f

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉

"The Hill line produced two sons of nearly equal strength. If they ran as a unified pair, their combined howl would shake the city. But if they turn their fangs toward each other... then we are the ones who feast on the spoils of their conflict." The assistant’s eyes ignited with a sudden, predatory understanding. "Master, your wisdom is unparalleled. Those two scions were nursed by different mothers; their blood-bond is thin and brittle. With a few well-placed scents of betrayal, we can turn their brotherhood into a blood-feud."