Blood Vengeance Novels & Stories

I'm born with a curse, so I never speak another word since I'm old enough to be understanding. Since my six-year-old daughter, Jada Westfield, accidentally knocks over my sick older brother, Cain Westfield, my wife, Serena Harlow, sends her to a dog-training facility immediately. Jada has gotten bitten by dogs in the past, so she's extremely terrified of them. I do everything I can to stop Serena from sending Jada there—even resorting to groveling in front of her, my forehead sticky with blood—yet Serena never spares a glance in my direction. Instead, she helps Cain up to his feet and gently pats the dust off his pants. But the moment she speaks up, her voice is glacial and ruthless. "Don't think I can't tell that Jada did this because you've been secretly grooming her to do so. You're an extremely manipulative mute, after all. Your dirty blood courses through Jada's veins as well. If I don't start teaching her a lesson at an early age, she will eventually grow up as a pathetic loser. "I'm sending her to the facility so that she can learn the rules of this world. She will learn that seniority takes precedence over everything. This also serves as a lesson for you to never harm the person you aren't supposed to engage with!" I finally find Jada, who has gotten trapped in a cage filled with a dozen rabid mutts. Her body has already been torn into pieces. I suppress the pain in my heart as I put pieces of Jada together like a jigsaw puzzle. After more than 20 years, I finally utter my first sentence. "Serena Harlow, I want you to pay the price with your blood, and I want you to lose everything you have in life."

She was born into power He was hired to protect her But falling in love could get them both killed. After Isabella Morretti, heiress and ruthless Mafia leader takes over from her father, she's drawn into the dangerous world of drugs, threats and lies. When her life is being threatened on different occasions with encrypted letters, she lets her guard down and decides to get a bodyguard, jovial, yet extremely serious, quiet with lingering secrets of his own and little by little her carefully controlled world begins to unravel. Justin Warren, was meant to watch her, not crave her, not want her and definitely not fall for her. But with enemies within her household, old flings, debts surfacing and lies unraveling they both must decide where their loyalty stands, either with their blood soaked families or, the devotion growing between them behind the shadows. In a world of lies, threats, power and betrayal, love may be the most dangerous weapon afterall.

Solce Borromeo is a blood slave. Blood slavery is selling one's life, body or blood to a royal vampire which is common in the Kingdom of Doria. She has to do it in order to save herself from poverty and thirst. During the auction, she was sold to Lord Minir—a vampire Lord who is known for his killings when it comes to blood slaves. Things got worse when Solce found out that being vampire hunter runs in her blood. But fate has always been a bully to those who are trying so hard to live. What will she do when he'll fall in love with her? "I am a slave to your blood. No one can have you unless it is me."

In the savage world of the Blackwood werewolves, the cruel Alpha Damien rules with an iron fist. By ancient decree, he is bound to take a new Luna every Blood Moon to solidify his dominance. His latest prize is Kiera, the fierce beauty from the Rivermist pack. Forced into the mating ritual against her will, Kiera becomes a possession to the brutal Alpha, yearning for escape. Her unlikely ally emerges as Ryker, an alluring omega outcast harboring his own mysterious secrets. But Kiera soon learns that Damien conceals an even darker secret . When Kiera and Ryker's forbidden attraction ignites, they risk it all to break the sacred bond in a dangerous rite. Damien's wrath rains down, sparking all-out war among the packs. With a shocking betrayal tying Ryker's past to the conflict, can the star-crossed lovers survive long enough to burn the tyrannical Blackwood legacy to the ground?

Astrid’s life ended in blood and betrayal. Her second chance begins in the pages of a book she once read—Blood and Moonlight, a world where ancient vampires and fierce werewolves wage a war older than the moon itself.Reborn in the body of a doomed noble girl whose death will ignite the coming carnage, Astrid must outwit fate itself to survive. Every whispered promise hides a blade, every stolen glance could be a trap, and the line between love and danger is razor-thin.But the deeper she steps into the game of predators, the more she realizes someone here knows the truth about her past life—someone who might be the very killer who ended it.Survival means rewriting the story.Love might mean losing her soul.And in a world ruled by fangs and claws, Astrid will have to decide—Will she be prey… or predator?

Demi Rose managed to escape the tragic events that lead to her pack's downfall. After being on the run, she finally found her mate. The only problem is when her mate brings her past back, forcing her to face everything she had been running from.

She is so scared of life itself, people call her a weirdo, she’s sick; she’s epileptic, she doesn’t even have a friend as everybody seem to be against her. The only place she finds solace is in a story she writes, she loves it because that is where she finds control, the only thing that obeys her command anytime, any day. Then out of the blues, her story begins to haunt her. She could be hallucinating, but it seemed so real. The worst part is that every of the characters in her story want her to themselves, they are powerful, mysterious, wealthy, strong, connected and blood thirsty. Lurking in the darkness was her fears, and out of it came the most hideous of all her characters. Looking her straight in the eye he said, ”welcome to our world, BLOOD LIVES HERE!”... You don’t wanna miss this action/crime thriller… Silence, Suspense, Love, Guilt, Betrayal, BLOOD….

BLOOD AND PETALS PROLOGUE She sells flowers. He spills blood. And he will stop at nothing to make her his. Elena Rossi has always lived quietly among roses and lilies, dreaming of love as gentle as the petals she arranges. She thought she found it in Daniel, the man she planned to marry. Until her wedding day when a dangerous stranger walked into the church and shattered everything. Adrian Volkov is a king in the underworld, a man feared for his ruthlessness and power. But to him, Elena is not just a prize. She is an obsession. A storm he cannot live without. And he will burn the world and anyone in it, to claim her. Torn from the life she knew, Elena resists him, manipulates him, and even runs from him. But Adrian is relentless. His love is dark, his touch both punishing and tender, and his obsession inescapable. When betrayal and bloodshed close in, Elena must face the truth: She doesn’t just fear him. She doesn’t just hate him. She loves him. Petals and Blood is a haunting, passionate tale of obsession, betrayal, and the dangerous kind of love that blooms in shadows.

During a mission overseas, I shielded my younger brother from an explosion—only to wake up months later, my body broken, my mind trapped in the void of a coma. Grateful for my sacrifice, he repaid me by marrying my wife. When I finally clawed my way back to consciousness and rushed home, I found my son kneeling on the ground, sobbing as his college acceptance letter lay shredded in his fists. My nephew loomed over him, slamming a steel pipe into his back. "Lick my shoes clean," he sneered. "Who are you to think you deserve an education?" And there was my wife clapping in delight, dabbing the sweat from my nephew’s brow like a doting servant. "You’re just like your deadbeat father," My wife spat. "Born to be my stepping stone." My eyes bloodshot, I tightened my fists. Every last one of them would pay for this dearly.

Three years after our divorce, I ran into Cole Allen again on the streets of Atlantica. I was there as a volunteer, handing out boxes of cold medicine, and he had become a homeless man, struggling to survive. It was ironic because our divorce had all started because of a box of cold medicine. “Two times a day. Two pills each time.” I handed the medicine to him, my tone calm, like I was speaking to a stranger. However, Cole’s eyes slowly turned red. “Sadie, you still hate me.” I didn’t look up. I kept passing out boxes of medicine to the people in line. “This box of medicine only costs one dollar. It’s very cheap, yet you forced me to sell my blood for money. Cole, how could I not hate you for that?”