Blood Feud Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 35: Fighting contest Phoebe’s POV “I’m gonna kill you!” Hannah exclaimed through gritted teeth. Her eyes blazed with a yellow glow, her nails elongating with sharp claws. With a loud growl, Hannah charged forward, slicing through the edge of Aurora’s brown shirt. Punch after punch landed in Aurora’s abdomen, a guttural moan escaping her lips. The crowd jubilated, the cheers, drowned by the unsteady thud of my heart. Blood squirted in Aurora’s eyes when Hannah’s hardened fist connected to her jaw, her head going backward.

Well, because I was. I licked my lips. “No. I’m not okay. Not at all.” Unexpectedly, Kaelen swooped in and tugged me against his chest. He enveloped me in his leather and whiskey scent, and his strong arms, and I let the rest of the world fall away. “Here it is.” Beau handed the book to Claire. “What exactly are we looking for in a book about magical blood feuds?” Claire ignored him as she flipped through and scanned the pages.

Although I wanted to read them all now I knew it wasn't possible so I picked out a book that was titled ‘THE FEUD BETWEEN TWO WORLDS’ this was written in big bold engraved like the font on the hard black cover then there was another title underneath ‘THE WOLVES AND THE VAMPIRES’ in smaller font size. I sat down and opened the book. The first page held the introduction, apparently, it was written by a human slave that the werewolf owned at the time who was killed because he knew too much for his own good. He had his knowledge documented which is now the book in my hand. This human was named Christos. Christos was an eighteen years old slave that was used as an exchange for his family’s death.

“Sigh! I don’t know what it is either. That little skull was getting faster and faster. If I had known that the skull would enter your body, I would not have dodged it!” Fane felt a pang of heartache and guilt when he looked at Selena’s worried expression. He sighed aloud. “Right, we should see what’s in the bald man’s martial ring!” Fane suddenly thought of something, and he took out the bald man’s martial ring, searching through it. Within several minutes, he found a book from the ring. He took it out and began to look through it. His expression grew more and more unsightly as he read through the book. “Dammit! This is a curse technique of the Bloodshed clan and it’s very vicious! If the c

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

"The O'Sullivans are too smart to side with a losing hand. Is it the Cartel? Did the Jimenez brothers fly in from Juarez?" "I'll... I'll kill you," Mikhail gasped, his face slick with sweat. "Unlikely," I said. I moved to the next finger. POV: Julian Vane I watched from the gallery, my fingers gripping the cold metal railing so hard my knuckles were white. I had seen violence before. I had seen the aftermath of hits, the bodies pulled from the river, the blood on the floors of the Vane shipping offices. But this was different. This was clinical. This was Dante "The Butcher" Moretti living up to every terrifying syllable of his name.

As secrets surface and desire ignites, she’s caught between a man she should fear and a passion she can’t ignore. The deeper she falls into Alexander’s world, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s her captor… or her only chance at survival. Dark. Addictive. Explosive. Blood & Oath is a gripping mafia romance about loyalty, revenge, and a love so fierce it might just destroy them both.

Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.

The man in front of me was Freddie Fleming, the victim's eldest brother. In my last life, he had led the charge and shoved me to the ground. He didn't listen when I tried to explain, and it was his blade that struck the first fatal wound. Freddie pulled up the transfer record on his phone. "Look for yourself. The account that got the funeral expenses is under the name 'Lydia'. Are you still gonna deny it?" He turned to Charles and said, "Don't be fooled by her. Listen to what she said!"

Dick and all. Wait wha... Xavier! Can you not think dirty thoughts during a literal war? A blur of black launched across the courtyard, crushing the first BloodRose warrior beneath immense paws. A scream erupted, cut off brutally as Aaron's jaws clamped around throats and limbs, tearing, shredding. I could barely look, stomach twisting violently at the spray of blood, the snap of bone. And yet... I didn't recoil. My wolf surged, coiling tighter, alive, needing, wanting to tear into the fight itself right by Aaron's side.