Blood Red Love Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. "

Her breathing slowed—ragged, but steadying. And then her gaze dropped. To the blood dripping from the unconscious man on the floor. Steady. Red. Alive. Evie’s lips parted. The scent hit her now—like perfume from a life she’d never go back to. Her body twitched. Her eyes shimmered, pupils dilating again like a drug hitting her bloodstream. “Do you feel it?” I asked softly. “That ache? That ache that makes you want to scream and kiss and kill all at once?”

I need to get VENGEANCE! They say love is an emotion that can make even dead hearts beat again but I think hate is even more stronger. As I chanted the names of my debtors like a mantra, I found the will and strength to fight and stay conscious. This time, they wouldn't see me coming and I sure as hell wouldn't give them time to prepare.

She doesn't mind if his blood will stain her clothes, all she wants is to protect him with all her life. She felt his right hand on her back, resting on the ridges of her spine. Still amazed on how it fits perfectly on her, how it always gives her electrifying shocks every time his skin meets hers. Tears poured down from her eyes, continuously flowing like a living waterfall. This is a moment she hasn’t even dreamed of, a ghastly storm that will wreck her heart to the extreme. “Callista? Y-you.. What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you not to leave the house no matter what happens? How—“

It felt like a small fire was starting under my skin. The wind stopped blowing. The forest became very quiet. Even the fire in the middle of the clearing seemed to stop moving. High above us, the moon changed color. It turned a deep, dark red. The BLOOD MOON was here. The thump of my heart gave a loud, painful beat, and it wasn't stopping soon. The air began to hum as a golden mist started to rise from the grass. It moved around the boots of the warriors like silk. This was the magic of the Goddess, It was looking for the matches.

He bent his head and kissed my hand, and I watched as he walked out the door and got into a big black SUV, as it screeched away. "What the hell was that?" Ramona asked as she linked her arm with mine and we started walking down the sidewalk. "I have no idea, Was that blood on the guy?" I inquired as we walked toward my apartment building. "I believe so, but he wasn't reacting as though he had been shot, stabbed, or hit," Ramona answered as she started to pull me down another street. "That's true, I mean he could have been in a wreck or something and was helping them out and got blood on him." I shrugged my shoulders as we walked into Candy's Candy Shop. "Had a sweet tooth?"

"For me to find this friend of yours, I need something of that person. Cloth, hair strand or anything personal of theirs." Arthur briskly pulled out a strand of Red hair carefully from his pocket. One he had handpicked from Bella's room. "It's a girl..." Sabrina eyed him as she tossed the strand into a wooden bowl. "I need your blood." Arthur obeyed quickly, extending his palm towards the bowl while she made a long cut. Blood flowed from his palm till his hands healed back. She began to mumble incoherent spells till the bowl lit with fire and extinguished itself. She poured tiny droplets of the blood on Northwest Virginia map before mumbling another spell.

She spat, "That has nothing to do with you. At least I'm a willing party even if he lies to me." She quietly looked at him as the soft light radiated on his exquisite face, bringing out the depth of his eyes. She showed no signs of backing down or raising her voice in a heated argument; she spoke calmly, "I love him, so I don't care about everything else. You're right—love makes people blind. I don't need you to show me who he really is. Even if he's useless, weak, or doesn't care about me, I still love him all the same."

I scream again, feeling the trickle of blood, then followed by his tongue licking it. "You're mine, Haven. My mate, mine." He flips me around again, his hand wraps around my neck. The pleasure is too much, I bring my hands to his forearms and dig my nails into his skin until I drawl blood. He hisses and I feel him harden even more inside me. His thrusts become deeper, harder, faster. The pain brings him more pleasure just like it does to me, we are not so different after all.. Red trickles down his beautiful skin, it's so mesmerising. Now I get why Red is his favourite colour.

They are the results of my blood, sweat, tears and sacrifice. I am the god of Alkhemi. No other King is a match for me. Not the Vampire King. Not Lust who is the head of the Land of Avsky. And definitely not the Lycan King. Rome spits out blood. My eyes widen as I notice its color — it is red. Dark red blood. This must be the reason why his blood is the cure.