Flesh And Blood Heroes Novels & Stories

I should have questioned him, but the lust for blood was a little too overwhelming. Breathing heavily. I crouch beside his lifeless body, ripping the mask from his face, and I turn his head to the side, looking for any marks on his flesh that could give me an indication as to who these men are or who they work for. I turn his head to the other side, and a dog tag peeks out from under his shirt. “Fucking mercenaries!” I hiss, ripping the chain from around his neck, and I shove it into my pants pocket.

He had been so arrogant and self righteous in his way of living, that anyone could wander in and out and never know they had stumbled quite literally into the wolfs den. I step out of the car and smell deeply with my nose. The faint trace of something familiar catches my attention and I remove my sunglasses inhaling further. "Brynor?" I turn to see my two companions exiting the car. Ivan and Gregor. All three of us are dressed in expensive suits. To the innocent bystander, we look like business men in our forties but at over six hundred years old, we are dangerous. Unlike measly humans who grow frail. Us older, more pure blood shifters are the opposite, getting stronger with age.

Corpses were scattered all over the western Natural Moat, but there was no blood because all the blood had been absorbed by the Blood race. The more blood they absorbed, the more powerful they became. The people of the Blood race had no bones and only had a single spine supporting their bodies. They moved slowly like a pool of fresh blood. Suddenly, it could be seen that the Natural Moat was blood red as if a sea of blood had swept over. The people of the Blood race didn't fight separately as the Fiends did. Instead, they approached their target step by step. In the air, the sea of blood roared angrily. The entire sky was covered as if bloody clouds were rolling.

Lucas still had the guy by the throat and threatened to kill him while the football team tried to pull them apart, but Lucas was strong, and Sapphira and El looked at each other with horror as they realised he was about to shift. "Enough!" The whole group went utterly still as Alpha Kai stood tall a few feet away. His dark curly hair rippled slightly in the breeze, but his deep hazel eyes were fixed on Lucas. Lucas shuddered and let go of the football player as the Alpha's command registered, his whole body dropping to the floor as people moved aside to let the Alpha through. "You want to fight someone, Lucas? Fight me." Lucas looked nauseous and started to apologise, "Alpha, I-"

The photos I had secretly taken of him became the strongest proof of my love for him. Sean's expression changed slightly, but Kayla refused to give up. "Photos alone prove nothing!" "Then what about this?" Steve suddenly asked. He tossed a USB drive in front of Sean. "Sean. You found someone to carry a child for you because of a dying woman. You deceived Grandpa. You even fabricated your bloodline. How can you face the ancestors of the Freeman family in the afterlife?" "What did you say?" Sean's grandpa's expression changed dramatically. Sean's eyes narrowed.

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

"Let De Luca go. This is between us." "Between us?" Alessandro laughed, a dry, joyless laugh. "Everything is between us. It always was. Ever since we were born, ever since they locked me up, ever since I lived the life that should have been mine in a cell." "Elena, it wasn't our fault. We weren't even born yet."But they carry his blood. His name. His heritage. Alessandro pointed them out one by one. You, Dante, the heir. You, Enzo, the avenger. You, Antonio, the forgotten one. You, Andrea, are the wanted one. And you, Marco and Luca, are the accomplices. All tainted. All guilty.

"But first, you need to leave. I don’t want to do that in your presence. I need to take you back to the hospital." "Do it." She said. "Please." "Are you sure?" He asked, and she nodded. Flicking his gaze at the coffin, he went on his knees and opened it. The baby’s skin was pale, and he knew that if he didn’t feed her then, she was going to die. He quickly cut himself with the knife in his hand and trickled his blood over the baby’s mouth. As she drank the blood, he watched as her skin slowly brightened and her eyes changed to Red.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.