Blood Song Books Novels & Stories

Dino’s POV I had never opened those files in many years, not out of secrecy, but because they were covered with excessive blood. They sat on my individual server, and were kept, closed over three layers of clearance, any movement or conversation thereof being neither noticed nor recalled by anyone save the dead. I read them tonight, since the name of Drina was never to be forgotten, and because I felt that silence was beginning to be a crime. The screen was dimly lit in the dark office in which I poured myself a drink that I was not determined to take. The capital of Madrid was extending beyond the glass walls, breathing life, unaware of the ghosts breathing within my empire.

Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing. "She already wired the funeral money and still won't admit it." "That really sounds like Lydia's voice. How cruel! Three people are dead because of her!" "The world has gone mad. She was speeding, and she's blaming the victims for the accident? I saw the video. She hit them before they even stepped on the crosswalk!" I turned to Maeve. "You told me the car was scraped and asked me to transfer ten thousand for repairs. How did it become funeral money? Besides, I've been sick the past few days—that voice is clearly edited!"

“This is an ancient word, translated over centuries but roughly means…war.” War?! Of everything in the world, it had to be the one thing she hated. Violence can never and will never be a part of her life or her child’s life. The instructor observed the cold, intensity behind her blue eyes and tried putting her mind at rest. “See…your markings extend further which says a lot more than we know.” “Where did you find these books?” Elira attempted to change the topic. The man took a seat on the edge of the table, and gently brushed his fingers on their thick covers, staring at them like the most precious thing in the world.

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A tool that worked to pay for its own survival. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the mountain of greasy dishes. Then, I plunged my hands into the freezing water. After I was done, I took out the small notebook I kept hidden in my pocket and carefully wrote down some details. [Senior year. Fainted. Hospital debt: 600.] [Goal: Get out of there.] [Step one: Get into the farthest college possible.]

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

"I don’t want to hurt my friends. I think I have to stay away from them." "You had human blood yesterday to recover; that’s why you keep craving for more. Once the human blood you drank leaves your system, you will stop craving human blood." Damon explained. "But what if I hurt someone before the blood leaves my system and—" "Just keep yourself from being hungry by drinking animal blood, and you’d be fine." He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "So can you stop being paranoid now?" She opened her mouth to respond, but her words died on her lips when Bryan suddenly appeared before them.

I blew on the dust, opening the lunch box with a gentle click, I took out the Grimoire that sat within it. I let my fingers trail around my family crest symbol that was on the cover. It was a detail of three roses, all intersecting each other at the end. I tried to open the Grimoire but it was locked. My eyes fell on the writings below. 'The Book of countless shadows.' 'Blood is the key.' I understood and knew what I needed to do.

Levy asked Carla who looked at the book in front of her, seeing this Levy followed her gaze and was surprised to see that a ghostly figure etched on the pages of the book. “ I hope that you have enough blood in your body after being used as a blood bank by the dark ones,” Carla stood up as she walked towards the cabinet which was sitting right next to the entrance of the kitchen and then pulled it open before taking out an old cauldron, some vials which looked older and ancient and some other things as she walked back to the table and placed it everything down.

All rights reserved Copyright by Alexa Valentina 2023 01. Prologue 02. the resurrection of the shadows 03. the pleasure of blood 04. The nature of his powers 05. Fated by darkness 06. the first army of vampires 07. the vampires' revenge and the dawn of victory 08. the power of eternal passion 09. the night of the revelations 10. Thirst for Blood 11. obsessive blood 12. Blood rules 13. Secrets of revenge 14. from pain to revenge 15. Rachel's revenge