Book One Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

As soon as a drop of his blood touched the box, it opened and the book was revealed. "What's that?" Tasha asked Damian. "Every semester, books are revealed to guide students on where all the supernatural studies will be taken from, it's like a guide for all the test and exams we would write concerning supernatural studies" Damian explained and all of them listened keenly. "Does Jordan do this every semester?" Ashley asked. "This is the first time a book is locked with the Oscars bloodline, the previous one was from the witches in the West Coast it was called the way of life and it was unlocked by one of their witches in this school" Damian explained and they all nodded their head in realizat

I approached slowly, the heels of my boots clicking softly on the polished floor. Drawn like a moth to a flame, I skimmed my fingers across the titles etched on the spines. Tales of kings. Wars. Bloodlines. My gaze caught on a thick, weathered book left open on the desk. Its title was simple: Pack Histories and Blood Betrayals. A cold shiver rippled through me. I leaned over, my shadow swallowing the page, and began to read. At first, it was the usual: chronicles of battles, treaties, ascensions. But then, a word snared me, rooted me in place:

Well, because I was. I licked my lips. “No. I’m not okay. Not at all.” Unexpectedly, Kaelen swooped in and tugged me against his chest. He enveloped me in his leather and whiskey scent, and his strong arms, and I let the rest of the world fall away. “Here it is.” Beau handed the book to Claire. “What exactly are we looking for in a book about magical blood feuds?” Claire ignored him as she flipped through and scanned the pages.

Well, this is part of the cross and she will bear it, no matter what. A short scream of pain escaped her lips when something pricked her index finger which she had left on the strange book. Olivera looked down, amazed when a tiny droplet of her blood lingered on the book that she had on her lap. Lingered in a circle inside a circle, the only drawing on the first page.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Irina's POV I slit my throat. There was so much blood. It sprayed across the leather seats. I saw it splashed onto Alexei's newspaper. It soaked into my clothes, turning everything red. I saw the shock on Alexei's face. His eyes went wide. His mouth dropped open. He wasn't expecting it. "What did you..." he started to say. But I did not hear the rest. Everything was spinning. The world was tilting sideways.

Serina muttered not long after that. Alexis and Adrian immediately looked straight at Serina with their curious eyes. Serina put the ledger back on the table, then slightly pointed it at Alexis as well as Adrian. “In this book it is said that a human who has pure blood is destined to become a vampire hunter. It is even stated that there are only one in a thousand of vampire hunters in this world. And Alexis, you are that one in a thousand.” Serina started to explain.

I woke with a gasp. The room was dark. The fire in the hearth had burned down to embers. The window was black with the night. And the Book of Blood, which had been locked in the council hall, was open on my bedside table. I sat up slowly, my heart pounding. My hands were glowing faintly silver, just like Mirren's had when she first discovered her spirit-wolf. The light pulsed once, twice, then faded. The Book was open to the first page. The names of the bloodlines glowed faintly in the darkness, and I could feel them. All of them. The families who had been waiting. The survivors. The lost.

“And Lia? Clean your knuckles. The blood under your fingernails is too careful. Too clean. Real blood stays for days.” She fled into the neon-lit night, the walls of her identity crumbling around her. She had infiltrated the Moretti family. And in doing so, she had been utterly, completely caught. The hunt was on, but she was no longer the hunter. She was the prey on a very short, very invisible leash, held by the most dangerous man she had ever met. And the ghost of her sister’s earring seemed to burn in the darkness between them, a silent witness to the devil’s bargain she had just made.

"Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!" ​Seraphina looked at the green rune on the floor. She looked at the hounds closing in on Kael. He was fighting three at once, his movements slowing as the creatures' icy breath drained his warmth. ​She didn't have a knife. She looked at the sharp, broken edge of a crystal vase on the nightstand. She grabbed it and, without letting herself think, sliced it across her palm. ​"Please work," she whispered. ​She slammed her bleeding hand onto the center of the green rune.

“This isn’t the original one.” “What do you mean?” “The original book disappeared decades ago.” “So... this is just a copy?” “One of the few remaining actually.” He opened the book slowly. Most of its pages had faded with time. Some had been torn away entirely. Others were covered with stains that looked disturbingly like dried blood. Serafina felt an odd ache in her chest. As though she had seen this book before. But still, it feels impossible for her. Darius turned several pages. “This kingdom was called Blood Moon.”