Bloodline Killer 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

“He wasn’t a wolf.” The room feels colder. My heart stops. “What was he?” I ask, though dread coils in my stomach like a tightening rope. She swallows hard. “A bloodline vampire. One of the old clans… He died before he ever knew Allyssa existed.” My jaw clenches. The pieces fall painfully into place. Bloodline vampires are rare, powerful, and ancient. If she inherited even a fraction of that blood… No wonder her shift was violent. No wonder she fought herself.

Duncan announced loudly, and cheers rose from the crowd. “Kill them!” Bardo yelled, and a few of his Zetas looked at him with uncertainty in their eyes. “Nobody said I couldn’t kill you,” Tala said, as she turned toward Bardo and squeezed the trigger. His Zetas stepped back as his limp body fell to the ground, and I heard a woman scream. “Nice,” Levi said with a smile, as Tala kept her gun aimed at the Zetas.

His expression hardened as the darkness returned to his eyes, and Nessa tightened her grip on me. “Don't go near him,” Nessa warned as she watched Killian carefully. “Orson has pushed him down again, and whatever he's trying to reach through Killian may be connected to your bloodline.” “My bloodline?” I repeated, turning toward her in disbelief. “What bloodline are you talking about? I know my mother kept secrets, but you're making it sound like there is something about my family that goes far beyond what I was ever told.” Nessa hesitated before looking toward Helena, and that tiny movement immediately made my frustration worse. “The bloodline connected to the original rebellion,” she finall

“I’ll never reject you, Ivana, not even if the world splits into two. You’ll remain as my mate, and I’ll remain as your nightmare. I’ll forever punish you for what you did to me and the Pack. For being a shameless killer…” “I didn’t kill her!” “Liar!” He barked, hitting my face. “You killed her. And I’ll do the same for you. Slowly. Painfully. Until you’re choking on your last breath and desperately ready to tell the truth. That you killed her.” I was back to sobbing vehemently because there was nothing more left to say. He ripped his clothes before dragging my leg. “Let me see how well your pussy was loosened, shall we, mate?”

However, his outfit was scary and made Willow even more terrified. Blood Shadow saw how sexy Willow was. His eyes were filled with excitement. "Where's the money?" Blood Shadow asked. "It's in the car. Can you really help me get rid of the eldest grandson of the York family, Derek York, and the leader of the Flying Dragons, Quentin Lane?" Willow asked. "I, Blood Shadow, always kill without being seen. I've done many jobs and have never failed my mission. The York family and the Flying Dragons are nothing to be afraid of. With enough money, I can even get rid of all of them tonight!" Blood Shadow said confidently.

I was about to take action when one of the men, tall, toned body, curly brown hair, stepped forward with a stern face, his gaze fixed on me with no fear in it. “I have sworn loyalty to the one and only true Alpha who will unite the realm, and that is Alpha Aemond of the BloodMoon pack! So you can…..” The whizzing sound of the bullet was all that was heard, followed by the loud thud of his cold body on the floor. Blood gushing behind his head from the hole the bullet bore through his skull. The rest were mortified, trembling at the sight of their dead colleague. “Anybody want to take the quick way out?” I queried.

The shadow of Evelyn lingered at the edge of the battlefield, her hands clutched to her chest, eyes wide as she watched. Damon stared down at the boy beneath him, the child of a man he’d killed, the echo of a past mistake that had come clawing back to destroy him. And then—he bared his fangs, holding him there, on the cliff’s edge of death.

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

The royal guards broke formation as the flagstones began to tilt toward the chasm. ​Through the steam and falling stone the masked killer raised his axe one final time. His eyes burned with amethyst fire behind his visor. He aimed the weapon not at Elara’s head but at the bond line that still pulsed between her chest and the dying Blackwood Alpha. ​"Let us see how the pack survives the deletion," the killer hissed. ​The axe came down fast, the violet blade cutting through the air toward the thread of her soul, just as Damon, his black flank exposed to Kaelen’s strike, threw his head back and began a transition. His midnight fur began to ignite with the same gold as her own.