Blood Promise Novels & Stories

The red to signify the blood that flows through the veins of their children and the black to signify the death of the parental bond. “Rose, Mary, please stand next to your daughters.” Our mothers stand with us, just to the right of us. “Jenni and Rebecca, as you stand here today, do you pledge to be a help mate, his strength and his hope, his heart and his love? Do you pledge to stand with him at times of need, and celebrate at times of joy?” “We do so pledge” Bex and I say in unison. “Marcus and Theodore, as you stand here today, do you pledge to be a help mate, her strength, her protection, her hope, her heart and her love? Do you pledge to stand with her in times of need, and celebrate in

Yet so familiar that it shattered the wall I had been holding up. “Hello? Harriet.” The moment I heard my brother’s voice, tears poured down my face. “Bro…” I managed only a single word before my voice broke. When I carried the burden of three lives on my shoulders, I did not cry. When I was diagnosed with leukemia, I did not cry. When I discovered I had been deceived, I did not cry. Even when the last drop of blood left my body, I did not cry. Now… Now I could hear my brother’s voice.

And just like Dante, I had no choice. By the time I reached my room, my legs trembled beneath me. I slammed the door shut, locking it as though that could keep the world out. My reflection in the mirror caught my wide eyes, pale skin, lips trembling. I didn’t look like a woman. I looked like prey. “No, I can’t do this.” The word slipped from my lips, broken and weak. But my father’s voice still rang in my ears. “It’s time to pay your debt. You will marry Leonardo Ricci.”

My limbs had gone numb from the icy water, and when I woke up, the doctor told me I would never have children. I remembered the guilt in Ethan's eyes and his cries of anguish. However, what I never told him was that if I had to do it all over again, I would. When I loved someone, I loved with everything I had. I was loud, reckless, and I left nothing behind. 'Ethan West, the arrogant Lana Branch you once knew, truly loved you, but you will never see her again.' Amber previously tried to reason with me, asking if I would reconsider jumping, but I refused. How could there be a new beginning without properly closing the past?

The distinct burn of bile rises in my throat, but before it gets too far, his deep voice sends it back. “Oh Sweetness,” he licks the remaining blood from his thumb, “don’t you see? Blood - it’s our lifeline, our freedom, our reminder to live.” “It’s currency, it’s entitlement, it’s death.” If he has a reaction, he doesn’t provide it. He might not agree with my stance on it, but it’s as accurate as his description. Blood can be beautiful, and maybe I would have continued to believe so if it hadn’t become the marker for the day Trent irrevocably changed.

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!"

The darkness remained silent and empty. “Alexei! You bastard!” I kept roaring. Kept screaming his name until my voice cracked. My throat felt like it was on fire. Each scream tore at my vocal cords. And I could taste blood in my throat, warm and metallic. It filled my mouth. I coughed violently. Blood splattered from my lips onto my chest and trousers. The dark stains spread across the fabric as an evidence of my desperation. But I didn't stop. I needed to get out of this shit and save Irina. I needed to see that son of a bitch and put a bullet in his fucking head this time!

As the engine started and the convoy prepared to move, Alpha George and Luna Linda shared a knowing smirk, glancing at each other with cold satisfaction as Linda murmured, “Finally, we are free from the blood promise.” The other guests followed suit, taking their places in their respective vehicles and the convoy began to move, Alpha George turned to his beta and ordered calmly, “Remove all the extra security from the borders.” His beta looked at him in shock. “But Alpha… what about the rogue attack threats?” “There won’t be any rogue attacks on our pack,” Alpha George said quietly, his eyes fixed on the car disappearing in the distance — the one Isabella was

"Whatever's coming, whatever Antonio's planned, I will burn the world to ash before I let anything happen to you. That's a promise, Bella Mia . A vow written in blood." Outside, dawn began to creep across the horizon, painting the sky in shades of red. An omen, perhaps. Or a promise of the bloodshed to come.

He knew what had been happening here and he was unable to stop it. (DESTINY , who was sitting in her room, closing her eyes witnessing everything happening in the battlefield shot open her eyes and started panting. Choice, her little sister got worried and started shaking her trying to relax her asking her what happened, when she oy mumbled two words .... " BLOOD PACT ") OHMAN was now dead and was lying in a pool of his own blood which was still flowing and gushing like a stream making his body drenched , but his eyes were still open and it was sending chills down Trinity's spine as if he was looking deep into her soul.