Flesh And Blood Heroes Novels & Stories

The battlefield itself seemed to respond to the heroes' unity, the very elements bending to their will. Amidst the chaos and intensity of the battle, the heroes' mastery over their unique abilities emerged as a beacon of hope. It was their skills, honed through trials and tempered by camaraderie, that ultimately paved the way for their victory. And as the dust settled, their breathing ragged but spirits unbroken, they stood as a testament to the power that could be harnessed when hearts and talents united in the face of

They say karma is a bitch.... but not many believe it neither did I until today, when my past is standing right in front of me laughing at my face, and even in this pin drop silence I could hear its laughter like ricochet piercing through my ears and hitting its core along with my subconscious which reminds me that I’m sitting here all by myself drenched in blood clueless and helpless, unable to process what just happened wondering what went wrong in my story for it to take such a drastic turn. It has always been a battle of bloodlines but who would’ve thought for it to turn into a literal bloodbath, with my hands covered in the only thing I was always running from.

Robbin knew one thing with absolute certainty: this wasn’t a war she could win by running. And it wasn’t one she could afford to lose by becoming a ghost again. Twenty-four hours was a heartbeat. But it was enough time to decide if they were going to be the heroes of their story, or the monsters Kade claimed they were.

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

She was beautiful, sure, in that polished, mafia-princess way, but she wasn’t… him. I dragged myself to the shower, letting the scalding water burn away the remnants of the dream. As the steam filled the bathroom, I leaned against the tile, closing my eyes. Why him? Why now? I’d had flings before—discreet, no-strings things with guys who knew the score, who disappeared before dawn. But Ethan was different. He looked at me like I was more than the monster my father had molded me into. Like I could be redeemed or some poetic crap like that. It scared the hell out of me.

Luciana breathed out in relief, ignoring the looks she was getting from her roommates. She began to ponder upon what she had learnt from the library. She learnt that almost all supernatural creatures have classes, depending on how pure their blood was. She also learnt that over the years, the royals have preserved their pure blood by only breeding with people with pure blood too. They also strengthen themselves by drinking blood from other creatures, most especially the sirens.

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My mouth abruptly went dry, and my gaze drifted back to the file, drawn as irrevocably as a moth to the flame. “And their research continues.” I slumped back in my seat, feeling defeated, but at the same time, frustration started to uncoil in my gut. I stared at her through flat eyes. “So you dragged me all the way in here to tell me I didn’t commit a crime, and that I’m fully human.” “No.” “But……” “They have determined that your father was not a shifter.” “Right. I’m human.” “No, Neemah. He wasn’t a shifter. Your father was a vampire!”

“You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.” “Moonblood?” She nods. “Yes. The first of their kind was born under a red moon. It altered their chemistry, from what I read. Their powers are similar to the moon goddess.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach, chest tightening. “What happened to them?” “They were wiped out.” She flips the page. “These clan of wolves didn’t live among regular wolves because they were hated, envied for their strength. We heard that regular wolves tipped off human hunters, and every single one was killed.”