Bloody Romance Manga Novels & Stories

“But your wolf’s losing control. That bond’s stronger than any I’ve ever seen. It’s not normal.” He turned toward the others. “Back to work,” he ordered. The warriors scattered, glancing nervously in my direction. When they were gone, Ronan faced me again. “You can’t keep ignoring this. The curse, the prophecy, it’s all tied to her.” I rubbed my face with both hands. “You think I don’t know that?” “She’s the one from the Blood Moon legend. The mate born under the mark of red light. The one who can end or renew your bloodline.”

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

"Then come, let's go to our room. Tonight, we try this magic." They left the library and walked toward their private chambers, holding hands through the corridors. Reaching the room, Cassian closed the door and turned to Adrian. "Before we begin this magic," Cassian said, his voice solemn, "I need to create a blood bond between us. It might hurt a bit, but only for a moment." Adrian nodded, extending his hand. Cassian drew a small dagger, made a tiny cut on his own palm, and then did the same to Adrian's hand, keeping his touch as gentle as possible.

I whispered. Her mug fell, shattering into a million pieces. Soon, the rich brown liquid filled the floor, looking for an escape. Somehow, I also wished I knew an escape to this predicament I was facing. Samantha could hardly believe what I just said. She stared at me with hate filled eyes, not uttering a word which was worse than her actually talking. "You must be joking" she spat. "I'm so sorry Sam" I said, trying to hold her hands but she simply withdrew them.

I cautiously peeked through the small crack of the doors as I tightly gripped the handle of the dagger; the cold metal sank deep in my skin. I covered my mouth at the sight that laid before my eyes. All of my servants were on the floor drenched in the color of red, their lifeless bodies soaked in their blood. The tub was filled with my servants’ blood to the point that it was dripping— it was not water that I heard after all. Inside the tub were two naked bodies, a man and a woman. His auburn hair was streaked with blood and it was all over his pale body— it was Lord Damian, one of the blood drinkers. He had his back resting on the tub as the young woman rode him. She was faintly crying as s

she said softly as if she was crushed, defeated, and finally giving up the fight. Silver looked conflicted as he fought to make up his mind. He leaned towards her, the scent of her blood changing his eye color. Unable to resist, he doesn't think long before he bit into her neck and started gulping down her blood. His fangs in her veins hurt. 'Bloody bastard' she thought as the tip of her finger grasped at her dagger, she pulled it out swiftly while he was delirious with the taste of her blood and stabbed him through his chest. He jerked back as he let out a gasp of shock then he glanced down at the Aspen dagger sticking into his very soul. Fatimah pulled out the dagger, relishing in the spra

With some people, he did in a blink of an eye and with some people he would just do it right in front of their eyes yet they wouldn't pay attention to it with the amount of alcohol they had chucked down. The rest of the time passed with Antonnio and Jasper flirting with each other and interrupted by their kisses and sneaky hands groping each other. I would be embarrassed as red to stand there and watch them all over each other. Watching them hold each other, I knew this was love. I sighed at my unfortunate fate and looked away when they both leaned forward to kiss each other after a couple stumbled their way out as they got a card of a skeleton and blood seeping out of its mouth with a brain

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

Blood remained. "What did she look like?" Wolfblood blinked. Apparently expecting a different question. "Dark hair." The vampire nodded. "Pretty." Interesting. "Black wings." That caught his attention. His eyebrows lifted slightly. "Black?" "Yes." Wolfblood hesitated. "There was also blood magic." The room went still. Completely still. The vampire's gaze snapped toward him. "Explain." Wolfblood described the encounter. The knife. The fight. The wounds. The blood rising from his own injuries and striking him.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.