Bully Bloodlines Novels & Stories

Even as he gathers my shaft and balls into his palm, levels the dagger underneath my prostrate, like a meat for slaughter, I chase it. I’m leaking hard, cum shooting up my tip, down his hand. My thighs. I grunt, laying on the chair. “Pathetic.” Bunny says, breathy and hoarse. “Am I your fucking blood?” He’s hard, angry, and going to kill me. “Answer me!” “Why do you think that?” I rasp as my cock thickens again. “If you mean blood as in married or ex-step father, then yes we are.” My body hurts. Blood sleeps from the cut mixing with the cum on my thighs. My shirt clings to my skin as more sweat drips down my face. I’m a fucking mess.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

he mumbled, but I just kept on staring at my mother. Her expressions changed from horror to shock, and then anxiety appeared on her face. “I also noticed that during that time period yesterday, only the pack members with the original bloodline were affected. A few of whom we locked in the dungeons also felt the pain, but they didn’t feel the strength. It meant that our bloodline chose whom to bless or whom not to bless…..” I paused when my mother’s body trembled so hard that I felt she would fall at any time. “Yeah. Carl also mentioned this. It felt like our bloodline abandoned the traitors.” Dad mumbled, and I smiled faintly this time.

His eyes rolled back into his head, his body going completely slack beneath my boot. He was gone. “Fucking hell,” I muttered, pulling my blade back. He died too quickly. He got the easy way out. I would have spent three days pulling his joints apart for what his pack attempted to do to Ebu in that alley. Draven walked over, wiping a spray of dark blood from his leather forearm. “It seems we just stepped into a hornet's nest of ancient bloodlines.” “Then I will burn their ancestral dens to ash.”

both mine and my older brother Sebastian's life was already fucking decided. Mom and sweet little Jenny's smile was my only hope....a light in the darkness for my already set to be condemned soul... But they were ripped off from me.....without any bell..warnings.... Their blood had formed a pool, a bullet's hole stuck through momma's forehead, her usual sparkling eyes were blank and cold, they both bled to their death before my eyes, I was ten and could only watch the life drain out of them helplessly... All because of a fucking god damned betrayal from a greedy traitor....

Bienley smiled at their sons and stared at Justin. "Can you imagine that Justin? You can have a child with Cullen and Dalton's blood...yours and Zack's blood. The dream I wanted to have is given to you. You will carry Zack's child inside your body...that child will grow inside you until you can bring him/her out of the world. You will watch Zack's child grow and you will hear and feel the heartbeat that would eternally bind you and Zack for a lifetime" Bienley continued to explain.

I was going to take back the foolish moan I had moaned and replace it with gnashing. Struck by courage, I curled my fingers around the hilt and moved the glinting blade to my arm. For the first time since I'd known her, Fatima Poppy had something I was desperately in need of. A silver coated knife. It reminded me of Papà. The bullet that had cut through his shoulder and burst a major artery as the doctor had said. His death was excruciating, and no… I shook my head, choking even though I didn't talk.

And he will not forget to include the Supremes. "Useless book," said Rollin. He gambled his own safety for the book that didn't contain the knowledge of how to make a Silver Blood. It was his dream to have an army composed of all Silver Bloods but it could not be done. He had a total of fifty Silver Bloods, twenty were captured by the Armata and four by that mercenary. That mercenary had only been serving Rollin for two years but Rollin's Silver Bloods had already killed four. Clearly, that vampire should be killed. And because his men are sloppy, he himself will discover who it is.

the crazy crowd that loved the sight of blood. Suddenly, Blue Blood hit Neil in the abdomen, and he crashed heavily on the floor. Blue Blood instantly rose to his feet... I saw it again... the fangs, the inhumane golden eyes filled with bloodlust, and the claws that had replaced the nails on his fingers. He was ready to fight back with his ability. Neil was shocked—I could see the shock on his face as he crawled away from Blue Blood, who was staring at him with so much bloodlust. At the same time, Neil rose to his feet with his eyes glued on Blue Blood. I could feel his resignation to fight back as he extended his own claws again.

Naya's POV Hearing that Brie Catelle’s family has been thrown out of the pack and the city comes to me as a heavy shock. I don't know what I expected, many people have bullied me and gotten away with it. I didn't expect Brie’s bullying to be the one to suffer consequences. Erus Bloodton is nonchalant, he didn't even look like he liked me, but he is going hard on people that have wronged me. Mister William sees the shock on my face and he waits for me to recover. It takes a while.