Blood-kin Novels & Stories

Even in the low lighting, she could see the family resemblance between them; the squareness of their jaws, the dark curly hair and the deep tan of their skin. "I'm sorry to say that I don't, Alpha." Alpha Kai hummed thoughtfully. "Did you know that my great-grandfather mated the sister to the King?" He pointed to the painting hung above his Beta's head. "They met at the King's coronation. She had the most incredible auburn hair down to the back's of her knees, and," he paused, turning to meet her gaze, "sapphire-blue eyes." Shit. He'd figured it out. And not only that, the Alpha was her distant cousin.

Kathryn looked back at their mother and said, “I found her at the marketplace, stealing food and about to be stoned to death. And Caitlin is half-right.” “I am not following,” their mother said. “They are selling our blood.” “Our blood?” Caitlin scoffed. “You talk as if it’s really ours.” Kathryn stood up and grabbed the knife from the table next to her and both Caitlin and their mother watched as she walked to where the little girl sat. Taking her feeble hand in hers, she made a small cut with the knife and showed it to her mother and sister whose eyes widen immediately. “Yes,” Kathryn confirmed for them. “She is a Blackburn.”

And yet, somehow, I was given the hardest task of all. Picking up the tray, which was heavier than all the rest since it was full of pitcher of heavy blood, I made for the door. The Pack clinic always kept a well-stocked blood bank, both in case a wolf needed a transfusion and for whenever important Vampires come calling. Since Werewolves heal so quickly, it doesn't take much to restock it with donations. I helped Rosie a few times doing blood drives during the long years of the war.

“He... sends his regards.” I flipped open the note--- and couldn’t help but grin. All it said was “Good fight! Call me when you need more blood spilled”. In other words, he didn’t want his name tied to any papers and publicized anywhere. This was a favor between blood-pact brothers and not an alliance. Noted... “Good,” I replied coldly, throwing the paper into the fire. “One crazy person is more than enough to have around.” “My King!”

Julian Kincaid stammers with glassy eyes filled with shock. I point my gun at his head, giving him the death stare before I shift my hand so his only oğul, Nate, is now forced to stare down the barrel of my gold-plated weapon that was gifted to me by my babaanne. A weapon forged from despair, vengeance, and bloodlust. It is specifically intended for the blood of a Kincaid male. The first oğul (son), to be exact. “No!” Carmen Kincaid bellows as she steps in front of her oğul and rests her forehead against the end of my weapon. “You can not have my only boy,” she screams hysterically.

Her face was grim, every twitch of Serena’s body making her flinch as if their fates were bound together. Something wasn’t right. The more I looked, the more alike the two of them appeared. A horrible thought struck me. The footage rolled on. Serena now gripped a baseball bat, swinging down viciously across Lila’s back. Lila just stood there motionless like a wooden doll. My heart split open. I rushed forward and tore Lila’s shirt away. Her back bore a livid, bloody welt, the skin split and raw. I checked her arms and her ribs. There was layer after layer of injuries, old scars over fresh wounds.

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

she said to him. Kiran grabbed her hand when she reached for the needle in his arm. “Give him what he needs. I’ll be fine.” The nurse glanced at Malcolm as Kiran released his grip on her and he nodded his head. “Carter, we need to find more Type O candidates under the Zetas. The King might need more blood than his father can give him without dying himself.” “You just keep him alive!” Kiran said harshly, and sat back down in the chair. “Go, Carter,” Malcolm said in a whisper, his voice desperate. “And be quick about it.”

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

When Justin averted his eyes to the queen's room , he saw the whole floor filled with the black blood that came out of the queen . " Was......was that....... ? " said Justin who found it hard to believe it . " In the science of medicine , that black thing goes by the name of ' black blood ' . It's blood-filled with illness and poisons . " said doctor Gilbert . " Then.......Kiara...... " said Justin worried .