Blood Feud Book Novels & Stories

Dealers at the card tables. Everyone. Blood sprayed across the walls. Bodies dropped everywhere. Some tried to fight back. But we outnumbered them. They weren't prepared. We had caught them unaware. I moved through it all in a haze. My gun was hot in my hand. I kept firing, killing anyone in sight. A man begged for his life. I shot him in the face. A woman tried to run. I shot her in the back. I felt nothing. Nothing but rage. This was what they deserved. All of them.

A story where love was as fatal as any blade. And I wasn’t just in it. I was inside the body of a girl who—if the book’s events held true—was fated to die before the first act even ended. Her death was the spark that ignited the blood feud. A single corpse to justify centuries of slaughter. In other words… me. Again. I’d already died once. I wasn’t going to let it happen a second time.

She took a step back into her stall and grasped the knife, wrenching it out of the book. "No one said you had to be unhurt, little girl." The beefy man grinned at her. It was a menacing baring of teeth. Not her father's people. At least that's what Felecia's gut said, and she had no illusions about what would happen to her now that she had Caleb's blood on her hands.

"Hey Marcus, what does the book say?" Arisa carefully slide a finger over the binding of the book. I did not really want to read any of it in front of her. I have no doubt that some of the things held within the book may be harsh and brutal. It is for the Demon King of course. "It is uhhh... It is for the ritual I will have to partake in when I finally defeat my uncle." She looked over at the book curiously. She reached for it but I pulled it back away from her.

Raven is known to teach Theodore more ways to enjoy and achieve their fetishes. I drop the book all of a sudden onto the bed, having had enough, at least for now. What the fuck did I just read? Oh, goodness. I cannot believe something like this exists. I mean, I do know that vampires are crazy ones, but then, I didn't know they were this bad. So, these are the beings that would be coming to the Brother's Feast? Jeez. A cold chill runs down my spine.

her mother had written about actually lay within the blood of one of the two men fighting to the death right before her eyes. END OF CHAPTER 185.

he said, glancing at my stomach, "you carry my blood." His hand hovered near my waist, not touching. "We’re going home, Isabella. And if you resist, remember your sister. One word from me, and she’s homeless by midnight." He turned away. "Move," one of the guards ordered. I looked at the knife on the floor. At the men blocking my path. I had no choice. I had sold myself to save my family but I had never agreed to become Lorenzo De Luca’s property.

He looked exactly like a beaten, starving dog. A dark, vicious satisfaction curled deep in my chest. He was broken. "However." Vance turned his cold, calculating gaze toward me. The satisfaction vanished instantly. "Alpha Sean," Vance said softly. "The blood feud is officially denied." "Excuse me?" I stood up straight. My muscles bunched instinctively, fighting against the heavy suppression of the building's ward. "She tried to murder my mate. The blood feud is my right by ancient law." "Ancient law requires the Alpha's direct command for a blood feud," Lyra corrected, reading from her tablet without looking up. "Yvonne acted as a rogue agent within her own pack. Chandler has already impriso

It tasted of salt and survival, a desperate sanctuary found in the middle of a war zone. Elara reached up, her fingers tangling in the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck. She pulled him closer, her body molding against the hard, shifting planes of his chest. Through the link, their heartbeats merged into a single, thundering rhythm—a perfect synchronization of blood and tech. She could feel his strength, the raw power of the pack leader, and he could feel her brilliance, the cold clarity of the hunter’s mind now set ablaze by something far more dangerous than fire.