Blood Vengeance Novels & Stories

The only person allowed to be more upset than me is her and the kids at this very moment. Nodding at my father's awfully angry face, especially given the circumstances, I look back down at my sleeping beauty. Now, as what usually happens minutes after giving a human venom of a vampire- hybrid in this case which only makes it that much better- I can see the once lightly coloured blue veins running down her neck now rotting black, indicating that it's working.

Yet everybody I had met since leaving had been so sincere and helpful. A strong pain hit me and I whimpered. Gerwulf raised my arm and I saw that my veins had begun turning black and the wounds from the bite was now seeping a thick tar like substance. He placed a small pail underneath my hand as he continued holding onto my arm. "Venom," Gerwulf mumbled to himself as he watched my arm start to turn black. "It's how a vampire marked their meals and mates. Sort of like how a wolf scented their's."

His life is only blood and war, and he fell in love with Sharmaine, a ruthless woman. Augustus was also wounded. In front of his chest was a large patch of blood. The two fought frantically. Augustus vomited up a multitude of colours. Mighty Neva's powers meet, and reason forces them to unite the power of Neva's heart. The power of Neva's heart can't be divided. Selina fell, and Zelda stepped on Selina's corpse. Zelda's hands are all blood. She actually killed, the first person Zelda killed was an artificial vampire super soldier. Selina is not weak, but Zelda is too strong. She has learned her strength.

The news hit Arayah like a physical blow, and a primal rage coursed through her veins, threatening to consume her. In a flash of raw fury, Arayah's true vampire form emerged. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly crimson light, her fangs elongated, and her entire body radiated a dark aura. The air crackled with power as she unleashed her wrath upon those who had taken her father from her. Screams echoed through the castle halls as Arayah's unleashed her vengeance, striking down her enemies with a ruthless efficiency. The council members, once so powerful and revered, now lay lifeless at her feet, their blood staining the cold stone floor.

Blood stained the dirt as the battle raged on, the scent of fear and violence filling the night air. The scent of fear and violence filled the air, mingling with the metallic stench of blood. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched in a mix of horror and relief as Azriel swiftly dispatched the remaining two vampires. The lifeless bodies lay strewn across the ground, a grim to the battle that had just unfolded.

With a swift motion, he extracted the man's heart, feeling the warm blood trickle down his fingers. The clash between Vellu and Nero culminated in a cacophony of bloodcurdling screams emanating from the vanquished, who lay lifeless on the ground, leaving those present in a state of disbelief and horror.

Vincent shouted, his voice dripping with venom. He stepped back just enough to prepare another attack, his face marked by determination. "And unlike you, who murdered your own brother behind his back, I will end you right before your eyes, so that the last face you see is mine, as you sink into the darkness of your own disgrace!" Vincent continued trading blows with his uncle when, in a dirty move, the man stabbed him in the ribs. The blade pierced the flesh, and a groan of pain escaped Vincent’s lips. Even so, with fury burning in his eyes, he didn’t retreat. A flurry of precise and merciless attacks made his uncle stagger, his arrogance giving way to desolation. Within seconds, the man fel

His eyes slowly shift on Vilma who is trying to calm him down. The corner of his lips rise with a evil smirk as he mumbles, “ I must stay strong to get that bastard's blood to become the strongest Vampire!” “ Son!” Vilma sighs hurtfully, “ Let's treat it fast. We don't have to get anymore revenge. She is dying already!” Vilma looks at Bliss whose blood has become a warm river, reaching their feet. “ Not even in a thousand times, Mother!” His eyes lie on her neck as Vilma looks aside. His tongue runs over his lips as his eyes turn red once again.

Vittoria's POV I flinched, closing my eyes. For a moment everything was silent. I opened my eyes and turned around to see Benito’s body lying on the floor, a pool of blood spreading slowly from beneath him. His eyes were wide open, fixed and lifeless. He was dead. My stomach twisted and a wave of nausea washed over me. I wanted to turn away but my eyes were glued to his body. “Get this mess cleaned,” I heard Lorenzo say. Mess? I wondered, was Benito not his family?

> “Let this be our final silence. If this box is opened, then the vow is broken. Blood has outlived its promise. The Vitale and Moretti lines were bound by betrayal, not loyalty. If one family survives the other, the seal will break. When the seal breaks, memory will return. And when memory returns, no empire shall stand. The only way forward is to choose the end. Not vengeance. Not justice. An end. One life, freely given, to close the door again. The bullet was forged from the betrayal bone. Cast from the marrow of a son who betrayed his blood. You must choose who will carry it. And who will be erased.” He finished reading. No one moved. Then, softly, Bianca said, “It was always going to be