Blood Of The Samurai

Obsessed with destiny. Tainted with blood Giovanni Moretti believes he was chosen to ascend this realm and be more. Guided by a priestess who speaks the names of the damned, he’s sacrificed and marked souls in the name of a forgotten god–The Ascendant. Now, only one remains. His daughter is the final key. The last sacrifice. And when blood runs in the pattern, divinity answers.

I always knew that I had to rule. It was written in my blood, as well as my father’s. And my great grandfather. For centuries, my family has been responsible for the monarchy of vampires. Our powers allowed us to drink human blood and then eliminate that memory. In fact, at the time of biting them, we could see some memories of that human. The most relevant of their life. Humans would only wake up the next day in their bed, with a mosquito bite on their neck, not remembering and without even suspecting anything. Although of course, exceptions existed. Wolves had their mates, the sorcerers their connections, and even the sirens had their other half. We were not different, not at all. For each existing vampire, there was a special blood. The donor with only a drop of blood that could keep us active and strong for weeks. In most cases, those people became a couple of vampires. However, not in my family. The lineage should remain pure, so even if I managed to find my donor, as we used to call them, I could only keep it as a lover. Did I want to be a monarch vampire? Of course not. Did I have another option? Of course not. I should not worry about getting my donor, because the statistics of finding them were so small, that even some vampires believed that it was a myth. The only way to find that special blood was drinking from it. And it was impossible to try the blood of all the humans of the world. So many didn’t bother looking for it. Me included. However, I did not expect to meet her in a somewhat peculiar situation.

In a world where magic is an abomination and those who practice it are been hunted down and killed, the most powerful sorcerers came together to find a way to preserve their race, and came up with the idea of creating ruthless beasts driven by blood rage and taste for blood called rapax just to protect themselves. And thus the first lycan was created

“I want blood,” Rowan said, and suddenly his fingers pierced deep into my chest. The feeling of pain was almost non-existent but I could feel life slipping away from me. Blood gurgled in my mouth and it flowed from the corner of my mouth. “Why Rowan?” I asked, but the answer to the question became even more obvious to me. My face was poise, graceful even at the face of death. “Why did you do this? Why did you betray me?” I asked him, my hands reaching up to cup his face and he leaned into my hand, snuggling his face. Then affectionately, like he hadn't just betrayed me, he leaned down to kiss my lips. “I love you, my queen, but I'm tired of your benevolent rule, tired of drinking that disgusting artificial blood. I want a killing spree, I want suck my fangs into human's warm blood vessels! Slave them!” Rowan said, his face suddenly tainted with anger, one that also left as quickly as it came. “I'm surprised you think you would succeed,” I said, trying to laugh but it only made the blood flow faster. I was getting drained of blood really quickly. “You won't succeed,” I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

Samantha Cullton, a powerful vampire, believes that the only purpose of her existence is to kill and drink blood of the same kind.When she accidentally caught a sniff of a sweet honey scent of human blood, she didn't hesitate and claimed him as hers.What would Morgan Heirden do if, one night, she would appear before him and take him as her possession?Read this book to know

I'm in the middle of my pediatric shift when an emergency call comes in. A three-year-old boy arrives, hemorrhaging and unconscious from a car crash, but there is no matching blood type in the bank. Then, it hits me that my husband, Ethan Stone, has the same blood type, so I ask him to donate blood right away. When he arrives and stands frozen to the spot, I can no longer hold back my rage. "What are you waiting for? Saving his life is the priority here!" That's when the boy's mother sprints over and screams, "No! Close family can't donate! He's the boy's father!"

Eve lived an innocent life trying to make everything work until he walked into her life and never left from night to night he came in her room with eyes his that looked un natural , smoky gray that boiled blood and shines like a flame in the dark she is pulled in to his life of blood and death with on kiss

Ice lost her memories. She can't even remember her own name! As she started to accept life without the knowledge of her own past, unexpected things happened. She was haunted and being targeted by two powerful groups, Blood Clan and Lunar Organization. Ice did everything to save herself. She needs to be safe, to be alive. She needs to know the truth, her truth. But when things become closer to the truth she's aiming for, the nightmare of her past haunts her again. A nightmare that turns her to be the demon that everyone wants to have. A war between two legendary groups. A battle where blood is just blood and life is just ... life.

"You're a blood wolf, aren't you??" He said, his voice low and dangerous. And I saw his wolf again, but this time around, they were two. The other one appeared more aggressive and his eyes were completely black and he looked roguish. ********** Darcy is the last of her kind - a rare breed of werewolf known as a blood wolf. After her entire pack got murdered in cold blood, she goes into hiding, as she hid herself deeply in the human world as she live like every ordinary human, making it impossible to be found. But what happens when she crosses paths with a deadly and roguish, hybrid alpha of the Night Howlers Pack??

The head which was expected to be held high to bear the crown of a princess, was bowed down in fear. The eyes which always saw love and care were forced to see blood and tears. The lips which were always smiling were quivering with horror and nightmare. The hands which were always held by her parents for safety and care, were now alone to shudder rapidly in fear. With time all wounds disappeared but their marks continued to boil her blood in vengeance for those who brought her here. The royal blood running in her veins will not let her stop till she has punished all those who played unfair. The girl was Ezra Grey Allistair and she was going to be everyone's worst nightmare. With eyes as blue as thunder and hair as dark as night. She was the resurrection of the strongest known wolf to exist. She was the thunder wolf. *Could be read stand alone.