Esther Trinity Blood Novels & Stories

Please, God, no… Her breath hitched as she stumbled to her knees beside the bins, eyes darting wildly. “Please… please…” she whispered to herself, not even sure what she was begging for anymore to find her things, to catch the culprit, or maybe just for something, anything, to finally go right. Was this karma? Was the universe punishing her for cursing Gaara just moments ago? Damn it. Now she was actually starting to believe in things like that. By the time she reached the filthiest corner of the campus (the garbage disposal area) Esther didn’t waste a second. She went straight to the large bin, ignoring the stench that made her stomach twist, and began searching through it with desperate ha

"The energy is too great. My crystal is already cracked. It won't hold him long. Rakar, you know what this is?" Rakar nodded stiffly, his face deathly pale. "Moon Blood." "Moon Blood?" Revira repeated, confused. "A blood disease? Leukemia?" "Not a disease," Eldric interjected firmly. "It is a legacy. A curse. A gift. Call it what you will." Eldric walked to the window, closing the curtains tightly as if afraid someone might be peering in from the darkness outside.

Pain shot right through her and she screamed out. "Shhh, the cold voice came again, no ones coming to save you." Hailey nodded out of fright, tears already streaming down her face. "Now, i'll ask again, where is the Blood Orchid?" Scarcely had the words left his mouth when someone hit him hard from the back. He groaned in pain, releasing Hailey. She dropped weakly to the ground and watched as her captor turned to face his assailant. He was quickly flung aside and the other person came towards her. The last person she expected to see Trey Kristov, but here he was in flesh and blood muttering something about staying down to her. He stood up and Hailey thought she saw his eyes change to a gold

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

"Ah, Lady Esther Joan, it's been a long time since I last saw you. You don't look well, do you need my help?" Ethan spoke in a serious and respectful tone, just like when he was still pretending to be Dominic's assistant. "Ethan, why do you have to make things this way. Can you stop it?" I looked at him beseechingly, my trembling hand still clutching Rory. "Stop? Do you think it's still possible to stop in this situation?" Ethan cocked his head to the sky and laughed. "To be honest like Esther Joan, I quite admire your generosity and benevolence. Even if the whole world turned against you, betrayed you, or took everything from you, you still had no enmity with the world. If someone told me y

Estelle was too desperate to say a word, but she failed. He asked, “What else do you want to say?” She shook her head. “Nothing.” At this moment, Cristofer seemed to notice something on the sheet. Estelle scrambled to cover the red stain and pretended as if nothing had happened. “What’s that?” He walked over, threw her to another side, and studied the redness. “Is it blood?” Estelle bit her lip and clenched her fists to bear the twinge. Cristofer surveyed her with contempt, pointed at the blood, and asked sarcastically, “You even had your hymen repaired just for tonight?”

Both of these adjectives unfortunately suited Leo, but Esther hoped that if something bad happen and her friend will searched the apartment, he would at least skip that detail this time. After hiding the notebook, Esther swapped her robe for sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, combed her hair, then sat down at the desk, turning on the laptop. She opened a normal search engine and, as had decided earlier, started looking for the nearest doctor's office. It even occurred to her that maybe she should look for an exorcist? It was evening, but the lights on in the room gave Esther a greater sense of security. Unfortunately, something suddenly happened that frightened her once before - the laptop turn

She couldn't allow him to force a bride onto Xavier, not when it went against everything she believed in. ——- Esther's heart pounded in her chest as she left her chambers, her steps careful and silent. She knew she had to act quickly if she wanted to protect Xavier and Ariel from Alpha Calvin's manipulations. As she made her way down the corridor, she couldn't shake off the growing sense of unease that gripped her. Reaching a secluded corner, Esther pressed herself against the wall and strained her ears, listening intently. She knew that Alpha Calvin often made important calls from his office, and this could be the opportunity she needed to gather more information.

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

“I’d rather die.” She lunges onto Maya’s blade. The sound is sickening. Maya jerks back, but it’s too late. Esther crumples to the ground, blood pooling beneath her. “No.” Maya’s voice is raw. “No, no—” I rush to her. Grabbing her arms, I say, “It’s not your fault.” Her hands are shaking. “She did it on purpose. She—” “She wanted to take the secrets with her.” Damian kneels beside Esther’s body, closing her eyes. “But she didn’t.”