Bloody Romance Manhwa Novels & Stories

Clarissa used this distraction to claw him in the eyes, it seems that was their only sensitive part as blood oozed out of the almost falling out eye, It was a disgusting sight to see but the girls stared at him. he was maddened by the pain and with the furiousness, and charge towards Clarissa, she had no time to escape his kick as he kicked her in her lower stomach siding her in the air. her back hits the pole and she started bleeding. The girls ran after her, afraid something bad had happened to her and it was the truth. the hit made her shift back to human, where she laid was covered in blood. the big man wanted to finish what he started when three different wolves appeared from nowhere.

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

The casual way she was touching him, like she had every right to put her hands on his body, made rage boil up inside me so hot and fast it took my breath away. And then something else happened. A sharp pain lanced through my chest, right in the center where my heart was. It felt like someone had reached inside me and squeezed my heart with both hands. I gasped and pressed my hand to my chest, trying to understand what was happening. The pain was intense and getting worse by the second. “That’s the mate bond,” Ivy said, and her voice was tight with fury. “Seeing another woman touch what’s ours is causing you physical pain.”

And it was driving Logan insane with lust. He fucked the girl’s mouth harder, imagining, against his will, that it was Damon’s throat taking his cock. The pressure built rapidly. Across the way, Damon’s strokes became erratic, his mouth opening slightly as he neared the edge. Logan came first with a low, guttural groan, hips stuttering as he spilled down the girl’s throat. Damon followed seconds later, back arching slightly as he pumped himself through it, thick ropes of cum landing on his own stomach and hand. His eyes never left Logan’s face.

They began to read together, Cassian’s jaw tightening with every turned page. "Here it is," Cassian said finally, pressing a finger against a dense paragraph. "The description of the blood-bond. It says that to complete the bond, both parties must perform a ritual on the night of the full moon, exactly when the moon reaches its zenith. The mate must consume the blood of the cursed, and the cursed must take a part of the mate's life force. A mutual, total surrender." Adrian went slightly pale. "That sounds incredibly dangerous." "It is," Cassian admitted, flipping the page to read further. "The warnings are explicitly detailed here. If the mate’s love is not absolute and unconditional, the bo

His breath hitched when my tongue teased his earlobe. "Now you have your answer," I whispered, trailing kisses down his jaw. He groaned, hand gripping my waist unconsciously. I pulled back with a wicked smile, pushing him off lightly. "Prepare the battleground, Dante. Let’s see if you can handle me." *** By the time night bled into the compound, the arena was alive. Torches burned in iron stands, their flames crackling against the dark sky. The ground was black stone, scarred from years of bloodshed. On one side, long benches stacked with mafia men in tailored suits and women draped across their laps, half-drunk, half-used. They chanted, laughed, their voices raw and wild.

She skidded into the ring and almost went sprawling. Bodies. Not as many as her fear could make, not as few as hope could bear. Wolves lay where they’d fallen, some still moving, some not. The ritual fire was a rubble of orange. Sparks drifted up and burned out like winter moths. The smell was worse than silver. And in the center— Zevran.

The phone slipped from her fingers, skittering across the tiles Glass crunched under her palms and Blood, warm and sticky, trickled down the nape of her neck, soaking into her collar. Her vision blurred, colors bleeding together. She forced her eyes open, blinking against the dizziness. The figure crouched in front of her now, close enough that she could smell faint perfume… something floral and cloying, like wilting roses.

*** •Book 4) TAKEN King's Rights Reserved [Stand-Alone book and available in the profile] {Story of a King named ABHIMANYU Singh Rathore and his Queen, TAAPUR E. Dhawal} ~ Blurb:- "You don't spare me even when I'm in my menstrual period", Taapur said and covered her small body with the blanket. "Blood is Red and Red is my favourite colour. The enchanting scent of your period makes me insane enough to take you again and

“The living break. The dead rot. But shadows… shadows endure.” With a violent twist, he broke free of Sang-woo’s blade, sending sparks scattering. His blood dripped onto the floor, seeping into the cracks of the stone. The shadows responded—like wolves smelling prey, they surged forward in waves. --- Hyun-woo braced himself, shoving Joon-ho back just as the first creature lunged. Its claws slashed across his chest, tearing into his flesh. He staggered, coughing blood, but his counterattack was immediate—a savage upward strike that split the monster in two.