Bloody Romance Manhwa Novels & Stories

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.

Joonjae's eyes widened in shock. Shujin's mouth was covered in red blood while her hands held a half eaten rabbit with its insides ripped out. Upon seeing Joonjae, the woman let out a wheezing laughter and violently bit into the dead animal's stomach, tearing it out with her teeth. "Hwang Joonjae," she giggled, her teeth stained with red blood and limbs. "We meet again."

Her steps slowed when she saw him—them, standing so close to each other that an accidental movement would make their lips meet. He looking into Rain's eyes with an expression Andrea had never seen before whenever he looked at her. His arm was around the girl’s waist and the other in between them...A red rose in both their grasps and blood dripping down from both their arms. Who was bleeding? She couldn’t tell. But she hated the sight in front of her, the fact that a man as powerful as Alexander wasn’t even aware of his surroundings just because of the bitch in front of him. They were both lost in their own little world.