Esther Trinity Blood Novels & Stories

Leonard, meanwhile, sat at the head of the table with the men, his voice calm but commanding, like he was orchestrating a symphony only he could hear. Dinner began. Conversation buzzed. I tried to steady my hands as I lifted my glass, pretending the crystal didn’t tremble against my fingers. And then it happened. The wine slipped before I even realized it—scarlet liquid blooming like blood across the lap of Bianca Moretti, the wife of the rival boss himself. The hall stilled. Forks paused mid-air. “Oh God….” I reached for a napkin, mortified, but Bianca caught my wrist before I could dab at the spreading stain.

Luciano DeMarcus, Leonardo’s distant cousin, a minor player in the family—but still ours. And then—Gabriella Vitale, Alessandro’s niece, a woman who had never been involved in the war, never part of the strategy, never meant to be caught in this. She had been left in the wreckage of the attack—a message. One that meant Elena wasn’t just playing for power. She was playing for pain. And that meant she had just signed her own death sentence. Leonardo stood beside me in the estate’s war room, the map of Milan spread before us, the details of the attack now evidence.

"But Mrs. Eldryn, are you sure she is the one? I mean, we've waited for so long and now it turned out to be someone who isn't even aware about the kind of blood she carries. Remember what happened with the last one we thought was the one." Eldryn turned her head slightly. "I sensed it. Her presence is like a ripple, powerful and ancient." Then her eyes narrowed. “There is a strong presence here,” she said suddenly, voice sharpening. “Who is it?” Julianne froze. Velvet’s head snapped toward the trees.

I didn’t need a blueprint. I just needed to follow the sound of the hearts I was protecting. THE END OF BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

She took note to beat him the hell up. The witch's chant grew louder, and the blood began to boil. She moved her head around, like someone who was being exorcised. She stopped after a while, and the blood stopped boiling. "It is done." The witch said. "Give me the papers." Evelyn carried the document of the blood ritual to the old witch. She was tempted to take a peek inside, but since everyone was present there, she couldn't. The witch placed her thumb inside the bowl of blood, staining it with the blood. Then she touched a part in the paper where she was to sign. She asked Raziel to do the same, and he did.

Rather, they would all look at her like she was their savior and their one true path to be the best among the other tribes. Esther: the discoverer of the tree of power and the savior of the people of the Night Bliss. She chuckled as she thought about the name and the sound of it. She admitted to herself silently that more than killing the people of the clan, she referred to be addressed as their savior. That way, every living breathing thing under the name of the tribe of the Night Bliss would do nothing but reverence her every time her name was mentioned.

I should’ve felt something, maybe a flicker of guilt, some hint of loss for the man who once trained me, who once called me family. But no. All I felt was satisfaction. The weight of Galahad Pack was now mine. I had taken it—no, earned it—with precision. With planning. With poison. And then, just as I was about to leave, the door creaked. It was soft. Subtle. A breath of wind or a warning. Then she stepped in. Esther. Jacob’s lover. Her eyes found him instantly. Her steps faltered. I saw her go still, her mind unable to process what she was seeing—the man she loved lying in a pool of his own blood, lifeless, pale.

She didn’t even bother to get a cup as she chugged the blood down straight from the gallon. The blood tasted stale. She didn’t know what it felt like to drink blood straight from the source until Damon showed her how to. She wanted fresh blood, not the stale thing her dad kept feeding her. As she pulled the gallon away from her lips, her eyes caught sight of Taylor. Oh, no. She forgot to lock the door. He was standing there, looking terrified, still trying to process what he just saw. After he had registered it in his head, he let out a screeching scream.

I trip walking, my feet going numb at the sight of her, blood was running from her nose, her ears, her mouth and eyes, she lay blue on the floor. I pull myself towards her. Stopping beside her head and I grab her face “Please don’t leave me baby, please don’t leave me” Dain howls at the sight of our mate, at how dead she looked, I look to the doctor “You can’t stop” “Never” She answers back, she turns looking to the many people stunned around the room. “I need 5mil of Epi, pads for her chest and someone mop up this blood so I can shock her”

Tyrell finished, and Alpha Daniel continued. "She is a Silver Blood. Not many of you know about it, but it's true. We kept it a secret for a long time because I needed to keep her out of harm's way and prevent her from being used, but I couldn't, as she has already gone through the ordeal. You wanted to know—there you have it." There was silence everywhere once more while my mother remained quiet on the couch. A lot was going on, and she needed to rest. Not being concerned with all this right now, she has gone through a lot.