Captain White Blood Meridian Novels & Stories

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

In the command center, Marcus Vale, the High Commander, stood before a giant screen, cold light reflecting across his stern face. “Teams Delta-7, Bravo-9, and Echo-3, confirm the location of the Crimson Chapel. No one withdraws. Tonight, Valenfort will be cleansed.” Beside him, Dr. Alaric Hemsley, the Council’s hematologist, adjusted a syringe filled with a thick, black liquid. “We’ll release Serum Noctis. Once activated, it’ll spread through the air and destroy every vampire cell within a three kilometer radius.” Marcus glanced at him sharply.

It was the perfect way to distract him and kill him. Megan sauntered over, emotionless, to check on Old White Brow’s abdomen. She sighed and was amazed as well as emotional. She could feel that she had crushed his entire abdomen. The power of the Immortal Pure Scripture was so great.

Diego asked, "What do they say?" "Only the obvious parts" said Marissa, "you were a child the last time Dad saw you so there wasnt really much to tell." Marissa wore like it was summer: mini skirt and a sky blue top. She had a crown over her pale short hair and lazy grey eyes. "He did say that you're just like Aries and Aquarius Aquarius grandmother. Shes a Pnevma too" "Really?" Diego gasped, "Another Pnevma?" "Yes" Marissa giggled, "You thought you're the only one with a Black Spirit inside them?"

Good thing I was quick enough to hold her. "Don't worry. I'm fine." She smiled at me before she faced the battalion of men made of white smoke. "Men of White Snake, search the whole place and find Orion," she commanded, her voice weak but serious. The next moment, the battalion made of white smoke went to the different parts of the cave. Lucia stood straight and I looked at her in awe. "Men... of white snake? You mean you are a white snake summoner?" I asked. Although it's not rare to be able to summon magical snakes, the white snake is the highest spirit magical snake and I can't believe Lucia can do that.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

I couldn't move a limb in my body. My dad was lying in her arms all covered in blood. His neck was cut open with crimson blood still seeping out. The pain that my mother was suffering from broke me. I couldn't bear to see her in this condition anymore and just moved to my room to cry my eyes out for her loss. I don't know why I was never that close to my father. Something always kept me on edge. I knew he was a werewolf and my mother was a human, but that never explained the fact why I was a white wolf. How could I be when my dad was only a normal werewolf? Where did I get those traits from? End of flashback

Or maybe I’d only just started noticing. Something was simmering beneath the surface. Not the usual sharp edge no, this was quieter. A slow leak. A hairline crack in the dam. He blinked. Slow. It cost him something. His hands gripped the handles of Orion’s chair tightly, the knuckles pale and trembling just barely. He never used to shake. “…We’re going this way,” Alex muttered, steering Orion forward. The mermaid was bundled in a thick blanket, tail obscured beneath another layer drenched in seawater. He didn’t seem to mind. Orion never did, always too busy marveling at the world, finding wonder in the cracks.

Her father. Cameron Allistar White had been a soldier in the American Civil War when he was mortally wounded and left for dead. A nomadic vampire, searching for an easy meal, had begun to drain him—only to be interrupted by a clean-up crew retrieving fallen soldiers. The vampire fled before he could finish, leaving behind a man who was neither dead nor fully human. His heart still beating when the venom flooded his veins.