Bloodbath Diablos Novels & Stories

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO HIS FIRST KILL “A man doesn’t become a monster. He just finds out what was already in him.” He was thirteen the first time someone handed him a gun. It was a summer night in Palermo. The kind of heat that clings to the bones. Alessio Moretti stood in the back of a butcher shop that doubled as a safehouse, blood on the floors, sweat on his neck, the sound of meat hooks swinging faint in the dark. Don Salvatore was there. So was his father. And in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, was a man with a bag over his head and a bruise blooming around his eye.

I sank onto the edge of the daybed, my hand hovering over her bandaged head. I could feel the poison twisting inside her, mocking me. My demon blood surged, restless, hungry for violence. Whoever had dared do this — I would find them. And when I did, their suffering would echo through eternity.

Irina screamed, her voice raw and breaking. I appeared behind the shooter and put a single bullet between his eyes. The man dropped like a puppet with cut strings. Then I was on my knees beside my brother, my hands pressing desperately against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding that would not stop. Blood poured through my fingers, hot and slick and unstoppable. So much blood. "No, no, no," I whispered, my voice cracking on each word. "Do not do this. Do not leave me." Alexei gasped, choking on blood that filled his mouth and spilled from his lips. His forest green eyes were wide with shock and pain and something that looked almost like relief. "Dima," he choked out, using the childhood n

" She waited, feeling Elena's magic shift, wrapping around her family in a protective cocoon. Then there was an explosion. A wave of heat and energy blasted forward through the door. Sera was sent backwards by the collision, even though the majority of it was caught by her shield. Her ears rang, and her vision blurred as her head struck the wall. Figures emerged through the smoke. Sera's legs refused to comply as she attempted to stand. Concussion, probably. The chains on her wrists seemed suddenly much heavier as her magic reacted slowly. One of the assailants removed his mask and muttered, "Sera Thorne." He was a young vampire, perhaps fifty years old, but she didn't recognize him. "Excell

​The hunger was still there, but now, it was met with a war cry of divine vengeance. The predator had finally found something that could bite back. ​Will Dave’s insatiable thirst for her blood consume her completely, or has Laura’s hidden power just signaled the beginning of a battle that will tear the abyss apart? The seal is broken, and the hunt has only just begun.

“If you rest, I’ll drag your soul back myself.” He didn’t answer. The battlefield roared around us. Witches screamed. Wolves died. Fire climbed the horizon where Aurelia and Damien clashed with Draco, their silhouettes like gods against the burning sky. I lifted Dalton, still bleeding, and howled to the warriors nearby. “MEDICS! NOW!” They carried him away. I stood over Bashar’s corpse, blood dripping from my claws, my heart pounding like war drums. “Draco,” I growled, turning toward the center of the battlefield.

In the air, I push closer and closer. My eyes glow white and my veins line with similar glow, my entire being engulfed by the power inside me. Allowing it all to build inside me, I finally unleash all my rage, all their rage, into the light. Doomsblood growls as his shadow gets cut and my light burns him, crushing him into the ground. "Noooo!" He screams. Louder. Agonisingly. On the ground, the face of defeat hits him hard that his body began to evaporate. And the moment his body evaporates, I quickly cast.

He turned acutely at him but with his leg submitting a volley kick at the latter's face which sent him twirling backward while in the air. He turned at the remaining men, he watch as Alan ran out through the main entrance and as soon as he left, some men walked in, all growling and snarling with red flashy eyes. Bloodbath beamed exposing white fangs. Known genetically, he was a part of them and a part of the humans. That's what makes him outstanding. Bloodbath tucked his hands behind his belt and brought out two black guns "did you guys miss me?" He asked snickering.