Dark Blood Book Novels & Stories

—he pointed his finger at me—"this thing, the mere blood slave of yours! Even the sweetest pussy isn't worth the lives of my warriors, and there will be many deaths if we oppose the Vampire King!" The scarred man followed suit, rising violently from his seat and yelling, "The Black Moon Pack's warriors won't risk their lives for a human bitch, no matter how good her blood smells!" A split second later, the dark mist swished from the desk toward Alpha Titus and the man with scars, the darkness swallowing them. Before I could realize what was happening or even gasp, a shriek sliced the air. After another two heartbeats, the darkness faded, revealing Ash standing in front of Alpha Titus, who wa

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

It was an abandoned place now, thick with dust and silence, but the Priestess once mentioned that the truth of this kingdom lies where most fear to look—in forgotten ink. I moved quietly through the vast hallways lined with ancient tomes, their spines cracked, their secrets sealed for centuries. My fingers brushed over leather covers, brittle scrolls, and weathered stone shelves. I didn’t even know what I was looking for—until I saw it. A half-torn book, its cover scorched and faded. Title etched in blood-colored ink: “The Cursed Bloodline: History of the Black Lycan.” My heart skipped. I pulled it out with trembling hands, sitting cross-legged on the floor between the shelves. The pages ins

“Mother's aim to do everything, by choosing twins is to save hope that the dark destiny of the vampire world might change. Even though the possibility is very slim not even at all. Every action will have its own risks, especially in matters like this. Mother has done her best, but the fate of darkness will continue to be destiny. In addition, Queen Meralda was really cunning. She had tricked the King of Darkos and planned to take all the forces of the Red Stone. Actually the King of Darkos was not gullible, but fate did require him to do all of that. After all, my mother was destined to die in the hands of the King of Darkos herself. But King Darkos did not do the same with King Drakos, his

His breathing sounded as if he was on the verge of death. Luna looked at her pet. He stared at her intently so the girl just rolled her eyes before two large black magic circles appeared; on the ground where the boy was laying and on top of him. Wasting no time, Luna healed all the wounds of the child inside and outside his body using her combined knowledge of healing spells and black magic. Fortunately, black magic has a wide scope that she managed to save him before he could even die. With the help of her healing spells, she made his body look brand new as if he was never on the brink of death earlier. It seems like anything she could think of might be done with her power now. Based on her

The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

Asher's POV He found her late one stormy night in the dead of Summer, sitting underneath an oak tree in a torrential downpour. Her tiny frame shivered as she stared blankly straight ahead unaware of anything around her. He noticed that her pale white arms that wrapped themselves protectively around her knees were covered in dark red marks that resembled the shape of fingers, almost like someone had grabbed her much too hard. Her blank face sported nasty red welts that looked to be made by an object rather than a hand. Her long blonde hair that hung around her face and body had hints of blood in it from a wound just above her eye that hadn't quite been washed away by the rain.

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?

At that time, Morana felt Daniel's hand stroking her forehead and pulled the blanket to cover her body. If nothing had happened before, maybe Morana would have liked Daniel a bit… But not now, she hated him so much for making her suffered. # # # When Morana woke up again, the sky was almost dark with a red tint indicating that the sun was almost setting and letting the moon take its place, the moonlight fell on her bed. Morana felt that her head was very heavy, even though she had slept all day and night, but that was unable to shake off the tired feeling that still clung to her heart. As if the sleep does not mean anything.

Their black armor, etched with silver runes, shimmered beneath the lantern light. My heart thrummed with power as I stepped forward, cloak swirling like a ripple of night. The scent of my minions, this legion of darkness washed over me in waves: leather, steel, earth. I felt the familiar surge of magic coursing through my veins, the heady rush that came with absolute control. Tonight, we would unleash the first wave of my dark creatures upon the Crimson Moon pack. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the moment before the storm.