Novel & Cerita Blood Harvest 1986

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

Five months to find out who was behind the killings and disappearance or he would strip the Bloodsworth clan of their title as the Baron. I needed a fucking break. I needed a distraction. I needed her. Saratan. My eyes fluttered close as her scent filled my nostrils, haunting me, taunting me. The sweet blood that flowed through her veins, the spicy fear that tinged on her skin, the musky arousal dripping from her core. I could still feel her in my arms, her warm breath fanning my face as she casted those bewitching eyes on my cock. Damn, my hard-on strained against my slacks.

"I don't wanna be blind! What's the point of living? I'd rather die!" The blade slashed through the air, catching my arm. Blood gushed as I stared at the mess—shattered dishes, spilled food, and my arm dripping red. I stepped toward him, and he flinched. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." That night, when Tyler walked in, he was stunned by the scene. "What the heck happened?" "Honey, you're home," I said with a sugary smile, rising from the couch. Tyler gaped at Karl, who was tied up with extension cords. His face was bruised and swollen; he was barely conscious.

Dark pools spread beneath the elders, winding through cracks in the broken courtyard until they reach the fractured stones and stop. Every droplet quivers; one bead rolls backward, followed by another, defying gravity. Thin red threads begin to creep across the courtyard slowly, like living veins searching for each other. The blood abandons the bodies that shed it, twisting together in streams that meet, thicken, and rise. A heavy sphere forms between the corpses, rotating with a slow, unnatural rhythm. Inside it, darker currents swirl beneath brighter crimson layers, folding over each other like something alive. The air shifts; the metallic scent of blood becomes so thick it coats his tongu

"But not impossible. Especially if we work together—vampire resources, witch magic, human intelligence networks. Combine everything." It took another month. Tireless inquiry, tracking money trails, questioning witnesses, and progressively putting together a picture. Finally, they discovered him: a human assassin hired by a fake company that was still getting money from the plot. They killed the vampire elder on purpose to start the fight again. The killer was caught, put on trial, and found guilty. He confessed to everything and showed proof of who hired him. The rest of the people who were involved in the conspiracy were apprehended, and the plot was made public.

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

Toby had done it. The sunset was replaced by a high-resolution scan of the birth certificate I’d found in the safe. Beside it appeared the DNA results Arthur Vance had decrypted—the undeniable proof of our shared bloodline. And then, the final blow: a series of audio recordings Laredo had made in the cabin. “Fear and desire are the same emotion... You’re the sacrifice your mother made for her vanity.” Laredo’s own voice filled the ballroom, cold, clinical, and monstrous. It wasn't the voice of a titan; it was the voice of a predator.

Maddox sighs out, sounding as though he was hoping not to have to explain, "this is fresh blood; harvested only an hour ago. My father retrieved it while you were... out..." Completely ignoring the fact that he just brought up the whole turning thing again, even though I want nothing more than to spit harsh words in his direction, instead I just nod and keep my gaze fixed upon the glass. "A-and who's this blood from...?" I reach my hand out, letting my finger tips slide down the cool glass, "was it a human?" The bed dips beside me and I pull my hand away. I look up at Maddox, trying to make seem as though I wasn't interested in the glass at all.

“Different good, I hope? I’ve been… uh… working on my, you know, vibe.” He leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Your ‘vibe.’” “Yes! You know. More approachable. Less… uh…” I gestured vaguely at my face. “Intimidating?” That earned me a very faint smirk—gone almost as soon as it appeared. “Hmm.” The sound he made was not comforting. Servants moved quietly around the hall, pouring deep red liquid into goblets. One set a glass in front of me, and I froze. Blood.

He held the dagger up to Ruben and Ruben stepped forward taking Batton’s other wrist and slashing it open as well. Kat gasped in a breath as Ruben stood side on to Batton and raised his hand, igniting Blood Reign and Batton’s blood started to glow, lifting up from the ground and, like dust particles in the sunlight, drifted up in small filaments and disappearing. Batton grimaced and a pained strangled noise escaped him as the Blood Reign started to pull the blood from his open veins, draining him completely. “You’ll kill him…” Kat breathed, watching with a morbid fascination.