Dark Blood Book Novels & Stories

Instantly, the once-red liquid turned pitch black, swirling ominously as if alive with malevolent intent. "Is this... black magic?" I muttered, my voice barely audible over the sudden tension in the air. The transformation of the blood felt unnatural, a violation of something sacred, and it sent a shiver down my spine. In a flash, flames erupted around the blackened blood, encircling it with an intense heat that filled the dungeon with a harsh glow. Yennefer let out a piercing scream and dropped to the ground, as if the flames were tearing at her very soul.

I could only hope that the others would be able to find them knowing how badly that would affect the wolf if some of his closest comrades were killed. Almost there. Suddenly, I sensed a burst of power causing me to halt in place. What was that and who? It was no wolf, nor a vampire. The power was immense and… dark. Magic. Someone was using dark magic. How had I not sensed another? Oh, no… I rushed towards his direction deeper into the cave. Another rogue wolf stood in my way, but he would not stop me. My claws extended and I ripped him to shreds tossing his body parts every which way without slowing my pace.

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

Lucifer let out a low, menacing laugh, the sound reverberating in the room like the thunder before a storm. "You were never meant to be like them, Lucian. You have always been mine, whether you accept it or not. The darkness will always call to you. Remember, you tortured them and killed them most cruelly. How can you say you're not like me? Remember Lucas and Ben...?" Lucian's heart raced against his chest. A sudden surge of energy coursed through him as if the shadows were trying to drag him into their depths, pulling him away from everything he knew. He felt his strength waver, the force of the shadows overwhelming him, and his heart grew darker.

Groaning, his hand falls forward as his body shakes. “You better not change, promise me you won’t go cold, you won’t turn into me and Emmett.” His eyes stay on mine and my heart explodes. “It made us like this.” Nodding at his words, I smile. “I promise to be me, no matter what you do Grayson. Your darkness won’t make me turn cold and distant, my light will fight it.” Has he never let people help when he kills someone? The thought disappears as his grasp on me tightens on my neck, and his hips begin thrusting. He doesn't stop or slow, even as he groans and finishes a second time. He keeps going, my screams becoming louder as my body becomes exhausted. He’s lost himself, all emotion has gone

Three Years Later ♠️CASPIAN♠️ The city looks different from the top now. I stand on the balcony of the penthouse that used to be my father’s, now mine. The Blackwood name still opens doors, but the empire runs darker these days. Legitimate on paper. Underground in truth. They call me Don now. The Bloodhounds, once just whispers in boardrooms, became reality after the old man’s conviction. Someone had to hold the leash. Someone had to keep them fed.

And in Veil, discretion was their law. I headed into the velvet part of the club, which was strictly by invitation. I had high expectations for this one, I wanted him to be what his profile promised. His name was Nightshade, and his bio said he was a dominant, exactly what I needed. After he added me on Blink, we spoke a little and he sent the invite. There was some dark about him which would usually repulse me, but instead it was like a magnet drawing me in. It hooked me in like a hand on my throat.

Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small. “Tell me, Snow,” he pressed, voice dipping lower. “What kind of books do you read?” My stomach dropped and panic fluttered in my chest. If he knew, if he even suspected. The facade I’d built so carefully for my parents would crumble to dust. He couldn’t know that behind closed doors, I consumed more dark romance and filth than any good girl should. The sound of the front door swinging open snapped the moment in half. I blinked, tearing my gaze away just in time to see my dad stride in. Relief flooded me so fast my knees almost buckled.

I didn’t have to answer him. The earth split open from the square to the edge of the shadowy forest. A massive fissure tore through the streets of Blood Moon, swallowing bodies, stone, weapons, and fire. From it emerged a darkness unlike my own. Mine had always been cold, dense, and orderly in its chaos. This darkness was damp, hungry, and ancient. Kael stepped in front of Isa. Nalia, though wounded, stood beside Vladimir. The vampire king wasn’t joking. That told me everything.