Bloody Romance Manhwa Novels & Stories

Izzy I sat there on the edge of Riven’s bed. My heart was beating so fast. It felt like it would jump out of my chest. My heart kept pounding hard. My fingers were still a little wet. They were wet from touching myself just a short time before. I had touched my own body. His hard dick stood up right next to me. It was thick and long. It looked big and ready. The moonlight came in the room through the window. It made everything look soft and a little dangerous at the same time. Everything felt quiet but full of many feelings. The light was soft on the walls and on his body.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

“Well, do better. Eyes are on us. We don't want the De Rossi family to think we have gotten weak…Find Matteo” Bianca eyed her brother and stood up, walking away without a word. ************************************************** “Senora, you have a mail.” Giulia informed Rosy handing her a red envelope. Rosy snatched it , wondering who the mail might be from. Her eyes hurriedly scanned the content the first time. Because she couldn't understand it she read it again, this time more carefully. Here's a riddle for you: I'm a wolf in woolly disguise, Born to howl with wolfish cries.

The familiar scent of agarwood floods my senses as his tongue teases my tightly closed lips, urging me to open up and give him access. Reina is reeling in excitement at this contact, begging to be marked and claimed. His lips are warm, mingling with a pleasant taste. My body almost betrays me, yearning for him, but my mind snaps back to reality—this is the man who has taken everything I love away from me. My eyes snap open, and I bite down hard on his lower lip, feeling the sharp rush of victory as the metallic scent of blood fills my mouth and nostrils. He pulls away, his eyes gleaming with rage as blood drips from his lip. I had made him bleed. Again.

A gun goes off when he gets close to me. His head falls on my lap. A bullet through his head. Cold blood oozes from his head onto me. Tears stream down my cheeks. Blood pools at my feet. I’m immobilized. My brain freezes, and darkness welcomes me, and for the first time...I don’t fight it.

Not Damon, not his pack, not anyone. ~~~~~~ The forest was a battlefield now. Smoke from broken torches curled into the sky, mixing with the scent of sweat and blood. Nightfall and Bloodfang warriors circled, some retreating, some pressing attacks. Every second brought new danger. Every second reminded me why I could never let Damon touch her.

He staggered— —and Dante was there, dragging the rogue off, slamming his head into the floor until the concrete cracked. Aiden gasped for air, blood dripping down his side. Dante’s hand caught his elbow, steadying him. Too close. Too hot. “Don’t die,” Dante rasped, golden eyes locked on his. Their chests brushed. Their wolves surged, snarling not with rage but with hunger. Aiden shoved him back just as another rogue crashed down on them. The fight stretched savagely and endlessly. Finally, the last rogue fell, chest heaving, blood pooling beneath him. Silence crashed heavily, broken only by the sound of their breaths.

And to do that, I had to think of something fast until I recalled what I’d read in the Bloody Saint book—my blood. “I have to try it.” With conviction, I mumbled and began trying what I’d read. In the Bloody Saint book, it stated that whenever the gap between the two blood manipulations became huge during cultivation, the mate’s blood was greatly recommended until it was no longer needed. Without hesitation, I cut the tips of my fingers to release a small amount of blood, and with a creative mind, I imagined my blood slowly extracted from my fingertips. I let it mix with the Moonlight, and by adding enough of my blood, the faint yellow glow turned into gold. It indicated a perfect combinatio

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.