Novel & Cerita Blood Vengeance

Not even my own mother. They said I was traumatized by the father's death. Delusional. A liar. They thought he had no reason to kill father and an assassin must have done it. And when I kept insisting, they called me cursed. Mad. The Mad Prince of NightWalker. And when I became king they upgraded the title to the Mad king. I never forgot that betrayal and I wore the title like an armour. I watched. I waited. And on the day of my coronation ceremony, I drove a dagger of my own into that traitor’s chest—this time in front of the same Elders and Pack members who once mocked me.

"I can testify, too. I saw Dr. Morrow perform surgery on this gentleman." "The surgery on your father was done by these two. I heard them talking. This woman grabbed the wrong clamp and severed your father's major artery." Giselle never imagined a third person knew the truth. She blurted, "It wasn't intentional. He didn't avoid it." The attacker, piecing together the situation, glared at Giselle. "My father had general anesthesia. How could he avoid it? You scum! You killed my father, and now you want to frame others?"

--- Thirteen Years Ago The scent of blood and ozone had been inescapable that night. Malcolm had found her—Genesis Walker—trembling in the shadows of her father’s laboratory. Her father, a genius scientist whose only crime was discovery, had been torn apart by Victor Hynes, the brutal henchman of Jacob Cross. Malcolm had arrived too late to save the man, but he would not lose the daughter. He had driven her to the international terminal under the cover of a blackout he’d engineered in the Council’s security grid.

“Augendae: Spirit Scan; Target: Bloodlust’ Bloodlust: A skill possessed by Vampire Royalty. This skill requires that a Vampire Royal consumes the blood of a pure member of another species. It gives the user power comparable to the strength contained in the blood consumed. However, it comes at a cost. Bloodlust robs the user of his or her sanity, making it a difficult skill to control. It should be noted this ability only works with those who have never been tainted by the fangs of a Dark Creature.

“I wasn’t sure at first, but I wanted to have a go anyway. But then, by sheer luck, everything became clear. It tasted Bianca’s blood which turned out to be deadly to him. Her blood makes her special - it is capable of the things we need.” Victor’s cheeks went reddish. The excitement of achieving supremacy over anyone else and the sole sense of power made him feel alive again. Even Samuel, despite not being fully aware of what would happen, couldn’t hide fiery sparkles from appearing in his eyes. Also, his canines grew a bit bigger. The wolf inside him wanted to get out. “Sir.” - Samuel made himself speak. “What do you mean by it? Deadly to whom?” “The crow, of course. It died right after dr

Only rage. They called it a “business cleanup.” I call it murder. Zolandria’s presence under my roof isn’t a coincidence—it’s poetic justice. The first daughter of the man who destroyed everything I loved now sits helplessly in my home. And when the time comes, she’ll give me what I want—even if it breaks her.

Then he added, “We’re not here for you, Laura. We’re here for him. The son of Carlos and Bethany. He’s going to die for what they did to our prince!” I froze, for less than a breath. So that’s what this was. Revenge. Just not mine. But Sebastian’s blood belonged to me. My vengeance. My closure. My blade. No one ends his life unless it’s me. The vampire lunged, and I moved with him—fast, hard, violent. Our bodies collided in a flurry of fists and claws, my wolf seething under my skin as I ducked under a swipe and landed a sharp blow to his ribs.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

I swallowed a lump in my throat, the dread clouding my chest threatening to suffocate me. “Something bad’s going to happen, Dante,” I said moments later. “You need to go somewhere far away from here. Somewhere far from home. The mafia.” He stared at me for a few moments, his expression blank. “What about you?” “What do you mean?” I asked, my brows furrowed. “We’re both mafia blood, Seraph. If something bad’s really going to happen like you claim, then you wouldn’t be exempted. So,” he cocked a brow, “what about you?”

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###