Blood Lad Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I’m here to offer my congratulations, Mother, for becoming the next Alpha of Bloodfang,” Liam says with a bow to his mother in her room. The woman looks at him with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, but she looks pleased with herself, her chin held high. She crosses one leg over the other on the sofa she’s sitting on and picks up the glass of wine on the table in front of her.

He saw their hands entangled and then back into Lucas's eyes. He said his hands were strained in blood, he said he reeked of guns powder. Liam scooted closer and placed his head on Lucas's sturdy chest. He could hear the clear thump of his heartbeat. He frowned listening to the rhythmic sound of his heart. Lub dubb. Lub dubb. "You are a liar". He lightly punched his chest. "You said you are heartless, cold, drenched in blood. But here I can only inhale your warm scent". He pulled off to see Lucas in his eyes.

I felt like I was floating in a sea of bliss. Lazarus increased his speed, pushing my both my knees against my chest. Until I felt him still inside of me, his fingers bruising my skin as came, white hot liquid gushing into me. He released an agonised growl, not pulling out. His eyes flourished with flames of malevolence as they focused on me. “You will have my heir Bellatrix, and I will come inside of you every day until your sweet fucking body cannot take it anymore.”

"He wants first blood. He and Luca had this competition over Seraphina. She always had eyes for Luca, of course. S-class Alpha, as his father calls him, trumps a vampire born from a human every time. So you're his new conquest." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I bet you didn't see that, Omega. But you probably have no problem with that. With the way your people are, you'll be taking both their dicks when you fall into heat. I would count Conrad, but he'd rather take Luca and Kieran over your lady parts any day." My hand moved before I could think. The slap echoed across the gym. The moment my palm connected with her cheek, the world exploded into light and memory.

This wasn’t the first time she saw him like this, it didn’t seem to bug her anymore. Faye and Chris tried to turn her away so she didn’t see the hideous sight of her mate bathed with blood. Lena slapped their hands off harshly. “I can take it, I am not a child!.” Lena scolded them. {unlock the car} Jeremy said through mind-link. Chris nodded as he was asked. Lena watched every step the blood bathed Lycan took, his eyes were the same color as his fur, he seemed to be limping.

JAROD'S POV I was angry, mad at the Moon goddess for playing with me. How could Layla be alive and not just that, she is now mated to the lycan king? He has even marked her, and I was sure he mated with her. Seeing her as a slut will forever be a memory. She would have opened her legs for him.

To get my revenge on those despicable duo and I haven't forgotten. Despite the surprising detours and unexpected events that seemed to be at play in my past life without anyone's knowledge in my past life, I will deal with them all. Moonlight streamed through the dusty windows of Starfang’s ancient library, casting shadows over the towering shelves. Lana might think she has the upper hand but she is going to get more reality checks. The effects of letting her get raped seems to have worn off her. As for her coward of a boyfriend Damon, no matter where he runs to, I will surely find him once I get the chance, and he is going to pay.

The moon above dimmed. I struck her across the face—she grinned through the blood. She drove her claw into my shoulder—I screamed, then burned her back with solar flame. It wasn’t a fight. It was a battle for control. And I wasn’t backing down. ⸻ Then, she whispered something. Low. Cruel. Almost inaudible. “Liam dreams of me. He loves me.” I lost focus. Just for a second. And she drove a dagger into my ribs. Obsidian. Drenched in death magic.

“Interesting. Now I can see why he likes you. A pretty little liar who can fabricate on the spot—must have been quite the thrill training you, hmm?” Lyla’s heart sank, and she couldn’t hide a flicker of fear in her eyes. Blake caught the subtle reaction, his lips twisting in a malicious smile. “You think I don’t know all about his twisted little hobby? It’s nothing but a cheap imitation of my father. His mother clawed her way into my father’s bed with the same pathetic tricks, crawling to him like a dog, pleading to be bound and whipped. I wonder—when you’re on your knees for him, do you beg like that, just like that sad little bitch?"

Ashina stood near the steps under guard, one hand on her stomach, staring at me with the expression of a woman seeing her own cage from another side. That look nearly made me laugh. Two daughters and one maid, all raised by different lies, all measured by Adolphus before we understood our own blood. Then Lobo’s voice cut through the silence, cruel and eager because men like him always hated moments women might survive without them. “Enough tears,” he shouted, lifting the stolen Alpha ring toward the waking crowd. “The shadow daughter still challenged the crowned one, and Blackfang needs the stronger blood before Adolphus uses both.” Bardolph stepped toward him, but red-eyed warriors closed r