Blood Red Love Novels & Stories

"Then why are you here when you should be spending time with her?! And I'm still hurt you didn't invite me to your wedding! Now go! I will handle things here." Dylan took one last look at the mangled corpse on the floor. All he could think about when he looked at it again was: Red. There was so much red there. So much blood. Her favorite color was red. She had whispered it to him yesterday with that sweet voice of hers. Will she love this sight which had so much red? As he drove home that day, with the voice of his P. A scolding him for going somewhere without his bodyguards, his thoughts were still filled with the bloody head and hair and brains and the red that filled everywhere from the e

She pulled her hand in front of her eyes, feeling her heart almost coming to a stop after comfirming her suspiscion. It was Blood. Crimson Red Blood.

- I understand that but I really have to know what I should expect. - In that precise moment you will know and also then you will need to find me so I can teach you how to control it. The more intense is your love for that man the harder to control will become your power of fire. - Don’t worry, I will come to you. But what if I never fall in love? - Well, then the fire within you will stay hidden. - That is good to know… - Now, if you will excuse me, it is not my intention to send you away, but I have some business to take care of.

Her fingers trailed through every one of the dark inks, Nails crawling with an intoxicating feel as they traced hard lines of muscles like she was tracing sin itself. He groaned deeply, the sound low and guttural as he bucked his hip like it could keep him grounded. Her pupils narrowed hazily and her lips pouted “You have a rose on your chest” she mumbled. “I love roses but this one seems to have tears on it” “It's Blood, dolcezza” He corrected, covering it out of sight with a palm when her countenance paled with horror flashing. “I hate blood, it smells, it's a disgusting and scary sight—it's as if the nerve cells in your brain stop working even by merely sniffing it” she retched then colla

Maybe not all love stories are roses and rainbows. Some are written in blood. Deep red, is a color hard to forget and hard to take off. And their’s was written in blood. Running deep, making it hard to forget or scrub off, leaving its mark on this very universe.

After a brief moment, he added with a tone of reluctance, “Do what you must to get him to think that you’re madly in love with him.” “What then?” I asked. “When I can get a better idea of where you are, I can come for you. I don’t understand why our connection was broken. My blood should have acted like a beacon for me to find you,” he mused. “I told him that you gave blood for my transfusion,” I admitted. “Oh,” he said with a heavy sigh. “That’s unfortunate.” “I didn’t know,” I said with panic in my voice. “It’s alright,” he said, gently. “It’ll all be alright. I’ll find you, I promise. Just, please promise me that you’ll keep up the façade and let him believe that you’re a couple. It

everything was in the room. I kept walking but my fingers stopped once it reached a maroon book, it was thin as compared to other books and had no name on the side, something told me to look at it and I did. I removed the book from the bookshelf, it had nothing...no title, no author's name on its cover. I opened the book and the last thing I was expecting happened, the Red moon written in bold letters stared back at me. My eyes widened and I quickly started running my eyes on the page.

I ask one more time. “Yes Jace.” She moans. “Don’t stop.” So I start moving a little faster. I wrap her legs around my back, I have one arm under her head with my hand tangled in her hair, while the other holds her right leg. I start moving faster when I feel her nails scratch down my back, and I definitely believe she drew blood but I don’t care. All I can focus on is her moans of delight and how she snaked her hand between us to rub her clit.

"There's really no time for much explanation. If I waste too much time here, Prince Virgil will surely come looking for me and that would be disastrous. What I can tell you is, I've finally found a way to finish my mission and get us out of here. The task was to make King Cassius and Lucia fall in love with each other and I've found a way to do that. This right here is the solution." I said and stretched out the vial for Kayden to see. "I still don't get it, what can this small red liquid do?" He asked and I smiled contentedly. "This small red liquid can actually do a lot. It's an ancient love potion and it's very potent. One sip of this and those two will love each other like crazy" I said

The Story Begins… There was a time in the past when werewolves and witches had interceptions among each other in the same land. However, a mutual hatred had emerged from a different angle of the world as to who was the greatest. This caused a huge unsettlement yet it was not so in San Antonio, they interrelated but they did not interbreed, as it was seen as an abomination. Queen Lorelai held a candle in his hand and walked to her secret room while chanting some words. When she got there, she lightened up a mini fire which she fueled with a chicken's intestine.