Blood Work Novel Novels & Stories

“I—-“ pausing to take a deep breath, “I think it’s beautiful.” She nodded with pride, “I’ll let you wander. I need to do some cleaning in here anyway.” She walked away and went to behind the shelves where she started dusting. I kept on staring at the book which caught my eye, after mustering up enough courage I picked it out. A cough left me as a bout of dust managed to enter my mouth. “‘LYCANTHROPY’” The words were boldly woven onto the cover page. I nipped my bottom lip, opening it up and then shut it right back as soon as I felt the bond again.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

Chapter 1 It was late at night at around 10:30 pm in San Francisco a woman walked passed a street it was dark that she had to make use of a touch light in order to get a clear view of where she was heading to, just when she was about taking a step she felt something around her when she was about to look around she heard some strange voice which she found kind of weird, at first it was frighten, she asked herself "what could that be." while she stood there wondering what on Earth could have made such a weird sound, she was lost in her thoughts, then she heard a foot steps as if she was been followed by an unknown person, now she was scared because she knew it wasn't natural for all this thin

Or her. "Oh my God," Al breath heavily, "That's blood... The darker one is from a vampire and the other is from a werewolf," How did he know this? How could he be so sure? And most importantly why were they fusing DNA samples from different species, Unless... My researches started to kick in, "A prototype..." I whispered, Binns was investigating W.I.K.D, he must have found out what they have been up to, and found him himself an informant, but who?

He’d seen his mother with bruises enough times. In his dressing room he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stopped short at his bed. Blood? Why was there blood on his sheets? Faro did a sweep of his room and he walked over to his desk and bent to pick up the papers from the floor. Faro frowned as he looked at the marriage contract that now held Sihana’s signature. The blood drained from his face and his hands started to shake as he put the contract down on the table. What the hell happened last night?

Her eyes widened in realization, it was a smell she knew too well. The smell of blood. “ Al— Alena?” She stuttered, her legs moving faster towards the bed. And what she saw made her whole body go pale. Hi My lovely Readers, I've three more books on Goodnovel, Alpha's Sexy Seduction Alpha Lucious His Purchased Wife. Do check them out and also please follow me on F*( Elk Entertainment) and i.n.s.t.a(elk_entertainment) Thank you so much, love y'all

I staggered backward, clutching my chest, trying to steady myself, but the air around me seemed to thrum with a strange rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. At first, I thought it was only dizziness, the consequence of being pushed too hard. But then I saw it, faint trails of light racing beneath my skin. My veins, glowing softly like molten threads, lit up in places where my pulse struck hardest. I gasped and stumbled again, staring at my hands, horrified by the way my body no longer looked entirely mine. It was as if something ancient and violent was carving its way out of me.

She chuckled to herself, wondering why the authors bothered with such misleading names. One particular book caught her eye - 'Blood Lust'. Raven couldn't help but roll her eyes at the title, feeling annoyed at the lack of originality. "Might as well give the writers of these books a Nobel prize for nice book titles," she grumbled under her breath as she opened the book. The first picture she came across made her pause. It was a disturbing image of a man with his head buried deep in the neck of a woman who was sitting down, with blood dripping from her neck.

The gold light crawling up my arms feels like fire and like home. “Wren,” Draven says. His voice is quiet. Careful. “Put the knife down.” I look at him. Really look. The bond is still there. Still burning. But under it, something else hums. Something older. Something that calls the light. Clay’s cry destroyed the tanks. Not the pack. Wrath was right. First Blood doesn’t kill wolves. It kills enemies. And right now, I don’t know who the enemy is. “Alistair,” I say. My voice doesn’t sound like mine. “Is he dead?”

Carla had gone back to work, but only returned every weekend. Everything seemed normal. Too normal. The phone rang. Elena. Ferrara's voice was tense. Something has happened. Elena tensed. What? Enzo. He disappeared last night. His apartment in Rome is empty, but there's blood. Not much, but enough. Elena felt her heart stop. Blood? Yes. And a black rose. The Search Dante wanted to get up, go to Rome, and look for him. Elena made him stay. You're hurt. I'll go.