Blood Virgin: Blood Flame Novels & Stories

The Whispering Flame That night, Ava dreamed of flames that spoke. She stood in a circle of fire, barefoot and unburned. Voices whispered in her ears—not cruel, not kind. Just ancient. “She carries two bloodlines,” the flame said. “The Moon-Wolf. And the Witch of the Wild Ash.” “She carries the curse of the Sixth.” “And the power of choice.” “But she must still sacrifice.” She opened her mouth to ask what… But she awoke with blood on her palms.

“You won’t. You’re smart enough to know what refusal costs. And smart women survive longer in my world.” Silence stretched. My heart pounded, but I forced myself to breathe evenly. Then his question came, cutting through the stillness like a blade. “Tell me, Isabella,” Leonardo said softly, his eyes locked on mine. “Are you a virgin?” The bluntness knocked the breath from me. My body stiffened, heat burning my skin. “That’s none of your—” “Answer,” he interrupted, not unkindly, but with steel threaded in his tone.

A flicker passed through the air. Not shock. Not fear. Understanding. “There are no divisions.” “No structure.” “No protection.” The ground beneath them trembled slightly. “The last one standing will be the victor.” Another pause. “And the victor will be granted one wish.” Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute. Then one final word. “Begin.” Everything shattered. Power erupted in every direction at once. The ground split apart as one of the devils launched forward instantly, striking toward the nearest angel with explosive force. Light clashed against darkness, sending a shockwave through the battlefield that fractured the floating terrain even further.

King Knox of the alpha of the wolf kingdom will be hear any moment from now,one of the council members anounced and procceeded Queen Natalie the witchqueen of Blaviken Queen Kalan the elvequeen of ciria and the Demon kings and queens many more are expected to be here in venngreberg and also the human sacrifice starts tomorrow morning 8 humans should be burnt to the Vgodflame as it is done yearly to apease the vgodflame "U should know that i don't worship the vgodflame"the king muttered and everywhere was silent "No one dares Ruthless"Gavin said and the king was very pleased As your king,my personal assistant shall be crowned the beta of this kingdom

I head inside and he follows me to the stairs. "Hey, babygirl." Blaze calls out. "Yeah." "For what it's worth. I feel you." He rubs his hand across his chest. Blaze is a vampire with abilities like mine and Romeo. We aren't your usual empaths. We don't just feel emotions. We can feel the physcial pain of those we love.

Coming to a door, I eased it open and my anger flared as a bloody scene filled my eyes. Blood. So much fucking blood gushed from the wound on her neck. Who was she? Why did this asshole hurt her? Why was the word, “MINE” echoing in my psyche? Not waiting to get an answer, I pounced. I took the vampire to the floor, slamming the bastard’s head to the floor. A grunt of pain answered the blow but it didn’t faze the asshole. No. this one was damned strong. He pushed me off him and we circled each other.

“Now rise, Fireborn. The next time he touches you, the flame will answer. And it will be his undoing.” I rose, slowly, steadily, the violet-blue flame dancing on my fingertips, the power thrumming through me, an unstoppable force. The scar on my aunt’s throat pulsed in resonance with my own awakened magic. The fear was still there, a faint echo, but it was overshadowed by a burning, resolute fury. The witchblood had awakened. And it craved vengeance.

Nicole's face went white as a sheet, tears streaming down uncontrollably, splashing onto the ground. However, not a single soul showed any sympathy. Rage boiled over in me when I saw my daughter's tears. I wrenched myself free from the grip of several towering bodyguards, snatched up a crystal cup from the table, and flung it at Simon. The cup caught Simon off-guard, its jagged edge slicing a gash across his forehead. "Bullying a child, how low can you go?!" Breathless, with a fiery gaze, I stood there, staring down Simon.

He merely exhaled. A breathtaking wave of shimmering, iridescent Eclipse fire—a perfect fusion of white-gold light and rich purple shadow—swept down the steps of the dais. The moment the divine magic touched Lord Vane, the ancient vampire screamed in sheer, unadulterated agony. The Eclipse fire didn't burn his flesh; it violently purified the stolen, corrupted blood-mana within his core. The crimson glow in Vane’s eyes was forcibly extinguished, his dark magic unraveling into harmless, evaporating steam.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.