Bloodsworn Trilogy Book 3 Novels & Stories

Her wings splay out, exposing her vulnerable chest. I partially shift, claws ripping from my fingers, and stab them deep into her heart. She dies. Messily. Screaming. I hear the same death wail from the others—only three left now. Looks like Nate and Rowen handled theirs. Black goo covers my hands. I grimace. I’m going to have to boil this off later. Then I spot Lamashtu #3 reaching for my other sword. “Oh, hell no.” She grabs it—and throws it. Far. Great.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

He trashed a little from the pain, slapped my hand hard with his making my dagger, Bane, fly across the room. "Fucking cunt," he growl. He moved forward, grabbing a gun in the waistband of his pants. He aimed it towards me. I turn to run for Harriet. I didn't know why. Maybe I wanted to run to her to protect her. I just turned and ran without fucking thinking. But halted on my feet when a loud and ear deafening noise rattled the space. The bullet grazed through my shirt, my skin, my bones. The scent of gunpowder, of blood, of sweat. It all went into focus. He'd shot me somewhere in the back. The pain should be nothing because of the adrenaline but I felt it anyway. The steel bullet that brok

“Evan? What did she do to you!?” To be continued... This story carries on in book four, Heartbroken By A Hunter. I hope you're enjoying it so far xxx

I became so overcome with trying to grasp how anyone -be they human or vampire- could survive that many wounds and blood loss and still manage to travel to find us that all else fled my thoughts. As I carefully washed a myriad of wounds clean of blood and the debris that attached itself to the wounds during his struggle to reach us, I couldn’t help being reminded of the blood soaked and bullet ridden body of my mother as she lay limp on the field that fateful day. I wondered if anyone cleaned her up like I did Luthias. The pain of losing her still hovered deep within me. Luthias groaned and raised his hand to his head. Gwendoline was at his side in a flash. She lifted him into a position

The clouds are a deep gray like steel shadowing yet another snowy day. *** Our three-day journey comes to an end as we close in on the Horde of Fates. As we get closer to the mountain the snow becomes ever more intense. The snow is becoming so thick it is as though a white fog is settling before my eyes. Into the ice kissed air dances wintry feathers of pure white, a great snowfall that soon gave way to a blizzard as if a sky dam had burst. The cold is so fierce that it nearly froze my scales. "Flavius how are you holding up," I shout.

He waited to be certain Shona and Luthias were no longer together before declaring his love to her. She’d given birth to Geo’s third child, a boy they named Braedon, only one day before war broke out between the fey supernaturals and the vampires and werewolf clans. The battle was intense. Many- on both sides- died before it was over. Shona and her three children were among the dead. Geo was badly wounded. He had enough vampire venom in him to make him turn quickly.

I spat the blood out on the ground, glaring back at him. "I'm only giving you what you asked for." Ivan slammed the blade into my thigh. I let out a muffled scream as I tried to ride out the pain. He twisted the knife around, and I felt like I was going to pass out. My stomach turned as I grunted in pain. He ripped it out of my leg; blood started pouring out and dripping down my leg onto the dirt. "First strike Reyna. Next smart-ass response, and I go for the next leg. How long do you think it will take for an infection to set in down here?"

Hidden. My name was there. Not just mine. Rylan. Merek. Elias. The three mates I’d lost. And next to each of them—a sigil. The same sigil from the scroll. Sacrificium Sanguinis. The blood sacrifice. I dropped the book. It hit the floor hard, spine cracking, and I stared at it like it would apologize. They hadn’t died in accidents. They hadn’t died protecting me. They had been offered. And not just by strangers.

Everything after this was ours. END OF CHAPTER 30 END OF BOOK ONE