Novel & Cerita Bloodstream Book

"The Blood Ward is dangerous. It can kill the mother. It can kill the father. It can kill the child. It is not for the weak. It is not for the fearful. It is only for those willing to sacrifice everything." I close the book. I take a breath. I make a decision. --- Damon finds me hours later. I'm still in the medical bay, still sitting on the cot, still staring at the wall. I haven't moved. I haven't eaten. I haven't slept. I've just been thinking. "You okay?" he asks. "No." "What's wrong?" I hand him the book. I watch his face as he reads. I watch the color drain from his cheeks. I watch his hands start to shake.

"Never... never do that again. I felt your entire third-grade humiliation regarding a failed levitation spell. I didn't need to know about that." "Shut up," Thalen panted, rolling onto his back beside him, his chest heaving as he stared up at the vaulted ceiling of the dark, book-lined study. He raised a trembling hand, wiping a thin streak of nosebleed from his upper lip, though a wild, hysterical edge of triumph cracked his usual aristocratic coldness. "We got through. The blood-gate didn't incinerate us. It registered us as a single entity." "A single, deeply traumatized entity," Zeyric muttered, finally pushing himself up onto his elbows and looking around the dark, oppressive room.

“They were words written in this book before, but they disappeared. It is said that it is only your blood that can make the words appear again. I want you to let your blood make it appear" "Alright. Hold the book firmly with your two hands”. I did as Jade instructed, I held the book with my two hands. I watched her bleed herself. Her nails elongated and she came forward, she stretched her two hands to get the book, immediately her hands touched the book, her nails dug into my flesh and I felt dizzy at once, before I could register anything that was happening I passed out.

We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)

But what made it different from the other books, was the ominous feeling that creep through my veins each time I held it. Blood. The word came to my head like a message, making me wondered why a demon was asking for blood again. Blood. "Of course." "Of course what?" Lily asked me, and I almost didn't know I muttered out. Without answering her question, I hurried for the dagger that was tucked well and always worn on my lower right leg. Blood. I quickly held the blade and might have caused some screaming and shouting from Lily and Mona once they saw me with a knife. Thrusting the blade to my palm, I waited for the blood to spill on the book. Nothing happened at first, but then the book opened

“Well, Miss Rose, the blood transfusion will be in two days; lucky for you, we just had donors, and I've tested your blood; it matches perfectly with most of them.” I sunk back to my seat, letting out a sigh. This is my new reality; I had to embrace it, or how else would I leave with it? I have heard people miraculously get freed from the chains of cancer, I could be one of those lucky souls. I believe. the blood was on the presumed day. That's why I'd accepted to step out of my house to accompany Dad to get Miss Beatrice from the airport, that's the first reason. The second one was that I needed an actual person to talk to, Ozzy's company wasn't enough.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

“Ryden just told me that I’m an abomination, a destroyer of the world.” “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Samarah spoke again. “And you do?” I snorted. “Do tell me, Samarah, at least before you die. Let the truth out. Be useful.” “Your blood is the only thing that can destroy the book.” “Wow.” I rolled my eyes. “It all started with my fucking blood, and it’s the only one that can destroy everything. That’s fucking amazing, don’t you think?”

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

The day I left the hospital, the sunlight felt blinding. I thought that was the end. Twenty thousand for peace. From then on, we would go our separate ways. I was wrong. There was no bottom line to human greed. Brian must have been pushed by my coldness. He sold the apartment, took the money, and ran off with his new girlfriend. He even changed his phone number. When the hospital called me, I was in a meeting. "Mr. Jones, your brother can't be reached. The patient's follow-up treatment hasn't been paid for. He's also ready for discharge, but there's no one to pick him up…"