Bloody Money Novels & Stories

Asher held her hands. His face was pale and drained of color. “Um...um...Mum...there is an issue.” “What Issue?” Red screamed, her eyeballs almost falling out. “It's um..um..” He stuttered. “What are you doing stuttering like a kid? Where is my fucking money?!!” She barked, her tone loud. Blarke and Rylan stared at each other confused. What money is she talking about? “Um..um..it's the..50 million euro cash.” Asher said, scratching his head.

"I said, you can save one of them, or you can take someone's place. Such a simple statement, yet you need me to repeat it? For a so-called business genius, you're surprisingly slow." I bit my lip as the sound of waves crashing behind us echoed in my ears. My body shook uncontrollably—a reflex I could not suppress. Ethan looked at me, and I tried to find something, anything, in his gaze. I was too focused, catching a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. "Still can't decide? Is it that hard? Need a push?" Amber asked. "Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me."

The Blood Bounty was an ancient, terrible instrument of power. It wasn't just a contract; it was a blood-soaked invitation broadcast on arcane frequencies that every supernatural creature could hear in the back of their minds, a whisper of temptation that also spread like a virus through the dark web and encrypted mercenary channels. Overnight, Jack Sterling went from being a regional king to the most hunted man on the planet.

Unflinching. “Stay back,” he growled. And I did. Because one look at him, and I knew: these weren’t men who dealt in warnings. “Please… I’ll return the money!” my father gasped, coughing blood. “I just need more time!” The blood in my veins turned to ice. Money? “What money?” I whispered, my voice lost in the chaos. The biggest of the three sneered. “You stole from Mr. Rodriguez. You know what happens to thieves.”

For a moment I just let myself sink into the feeling before I exhaled sharply and dragged my laptop closer to work. The screen illuminated the dark office as several secured files I had been working on before the meeting opened. From financial reports to the council records, undocumented transfers and missing funds, they all laid bare. Silas Holt had been sloppier than he thought and it would explain why he seemed so much ok then edge. And the satisfaction of getting their fun when he was expecting was what Dante wanted to rib me of. Over the past few years, enormous amounts of money had quietly disappeared from territories connected to Blood Moon.

“I am Laurent Ford, the Alpha King and Jennie’s grandfather. “Twenty-two years ago, my daughter kept her royal blood a secret and mated with you. Now, I’m taking my granddaughter, Jennie, home.” Dread washed over Gale. “No, Alpha Ford. This has to be a mistake. Jennie has never shifted. She can’t even beat an Omega. Thanks to the Bates’ standing in the pack, Joey looked past her flaw and mated with her.” Even at this point, Gale refused to believe that I carried the Alpha King’s blood in me. I scoffed, my voice dripping with disdain, “Oh, I forgot to mention that I have shifted today. Like Mom, I am a white wolf. The moonstone is the Moon Goddess’ gift to white wolves. Please return the ston

Dirty money smells like copper, stale sweat, and fear. It has a texture—gritty, used, passed from desperate hand to desperate hand in the dark. Clean money has no smell. It is digital. It is a stream of zeros and ones flowing through fiber optic cables buried deep beneath the ocean. It is invisible, weightless, and absolute.

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

Should I take him out? "Crypto." I breathe out before I make the call that puts another spilled blood on my hands. I stretch my hand flat on the table. "Is his money dirty?"

"Money from the brothel will be used to pay Mario, Roberto and the guys. I can't use dirty money when it comes to Avatia. This is my gift to her." He burst out laughing. "Dirty money? Dude, you only have dirty, blood money. That's what we make. That's what the world made us have. So shut the fuck up." I rolled my eyes. Not in the mood to argue with him. He was not wrong though. But still, money from the brothel was out of the list.