Blood Red Love Novels & Stories

Ken looked confused. “Wait, bloodline?” he asked. “It’s like soulmates, but for vampires. It’s a deep connection that draws you toward each other. You feel it now. “What humans call `raw love,’ we call `bloodline.’” “So that’s your excuse for why you stay?” he asked. She grabbed his cheeks again.

David was monitoring Samantha carefully, looking at her closely so that he can give her the signal to come over, but she is not looking towards David's direction. MC asked everybody to stand up and toast for the couple, immediately Daniel and Sarah stood up with the rest... Daniel wine glass cup fell down and break, the wine in that cup splash on the floor. Daniel apologized for that, Sarah bends down to pick the broken glass up. Daniel asked her to stop because it embarrassing but she did not listen. As Daniel was trying to hold her hand from touching the glass cup... The glass cup mistakenly cut Sarah on her finger and she started bleeding serious, her wedding gown was stain with blood. Pe

Blood flooded the front of her body and her white hair was now dyed red. The only thing they could do now was to wait until the people who were going to pick them up realize this mess and came before the situation really got out of hand. Without any lighting, the place looked very tense coupled with the female vampire who had lost control of herself and was filled with thirst. The seconds seemed to go by so slowly. And when the people, who supposed to pick them up, arrived, in two black vans, which then stopped right in front of Kyril and Dom, a person got out of one of them. Someone they didn't expect at all.

When he lifted his head up, his dark eyes were weary but full of different emotions I couldn't name. "Love has isn't based on age nor physical appearance, Ophelia. I promised Dahlia that she will be the only woman I will love until I die, and I will live by that promise." I could see that Lancelot loves Dahlia so much. How could I have a heart to fool him and pretend that I am the love of his life? He is so good to me and I know that he is really a kind person. I don't want to fool him but what can I do if that was the agreement I had with the magical healer? If I won't follow what we had agreed with, I'm afraid someone else has to pray the price which is the thing I will never want, especia

, Aarya answered her and her heart did summer sault inside her chest. "Why do you only like red-colored roses?", Mohini smiled and asked him as her fingertips touched the soft petals of roses and inhaled the sweet rosy fragrance of it. "Because Red is the colour of Blood. Blood stands for REVENGE, PURITY, DESTRUCTION, BROTHERLY LOVE, VOWS, PROTECTION AND DARE", Aarya said as he wanted to tell her about Lucifer but seeing her expressions stopped him. Mohini froze before giving me an incredulous look, mixed with fear, "B-blood?"

Red stands for Love also but he is dumb who doesn't have heart to feel love , doesn't have mind to understand love . Red stands for emotional connection . . But that black Mamba knows only throw orders. Hmph . . . End of POV Taapur washed herself but words 'TAKEN King's Rights Reserved' didn't fade away from her skin . Tears fell down on her eyes when water burnt her skin . "Candy ! " , , Deep voice landed in her ear and panic rose inside her chest . Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

And now, it shattered, She let out her true emotions. With a thundering sob, Red fell on her knees, tears glistening on her face, holding the hem of dress and continued, "I connected my heart with you. My soul is yours. I live with your name!" Red shut her eyes, the sun set, an enticingly crepuscular sight spread everywhere and there Red screamed with her wept. "LUCIFER I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!"

'No matter how evil you are, Elixier my love, I'll always love you' I'm a black canvas. A paper pure white. And yes, I wanted to have color. I wanted somebody to paint me. Elixier did. But instead of coloring me with paint, he painted me with blood. Well I don't regret letting him do that. Red is a powerful color. Red stands out. Red is fierce. But fire is also red. That if it burns you, you'll turn black. Life is meaningless without him. I'd rather burn myself in the color of red in the flames as long as I'm with him, than be safe as a colorless canvas.

“Those standing at the edge of something irreversible. Grief sharp enough to cut. Rage heavy enough to drown in. Love strong enough to rot the bones.” My breath caught. I did not look away. “That is how we know who can survive the change,” she said. “And who will burn from it.” She lifted one pale finger and touched just beneath her eye. “Our eyes,” she said, “keep the color we had in life. Blue remains blue. Brown remains brown. Green remains green.” Her gaze sharpened. “But blood remembers.” The candles trembled as if responding to her words. “When we feed,” she said, “or when emotion overwhelms restraint, the red rises.”

His face and deep red eyes invaded my subconscious. At one point my restless dreams turned into nightmares. Images of Crimson begging me to forgive me. His body bleeding out on the snow-covered ground as my words of rejection rang out repeatedly around us. The look in his eyes was haunting, and even though I knew it was a dream, that it wasn’t real - It felt it. In the brightness of the snow-covered ground, I was powerless to watch as his blood pooled beneath him. The crimson liquid seeped into the white backdrop, saturating the ground. “I love you” He whispered as his eyes closed and silence engulfed me.