Forged In Blood Book Novels & Stories

I sensed the city attempting to creep beneath my skin striving to transform me into its bride. But I wasn’t alone in here anymore. All the handprints we’d placed on the restaurant wall every oath made in blood every tear shed for one another—they were all, within me now. I lifted my eyelids. They weren’t brown anymore. They were gold and red and mine. I glanced at Victor. I conversed with each voice that had once cherished me. “This bloodline is not for sale.” I pushed the ripped ledger directly into the heart over the altar. The heart burst apart.

“This isn’t the original one.” “What do you mean?” “The original book disappeared decades ago.” “So... this is just a copy?” “One of the few remaining actually.” He opened the book slowly. Most of its pages had faded with time. Some had been torn away entirely. Others were covered with stains that looked disturbingly like dried blood. Serafina felt an odd ache in her chest. As though she had seen this book before. But still, it feels impossible for her. Darius turned several pages. “This kingdom was called Blood Moon.”

But, as with all his plans, he overlooked something crucial. The page immediately following the erased section held the instructions to undo the spell—to restore the lost knowledge. And here’s the twist: to do it, we need your blood. But not just any blade will work. The blood must be drawn using the Blade of Septem, forged long ago by the rebels who dared to defy him.” She paused and extended her hand toward me, her voice soft but steady. “So, if you trust me, I’ll need your help. Your blood could be the key to restoring the book’s contents and bringing him down.”

James looked like his brain had short-circuited. "And just so we're clear, my kid's mine, and you've got no part in that. Your boy? That's Calvin. Back then, I swore I'd raise you up so high so that when you finally fell, you'd truly understand the sting of the crash. The higher you climb, the more devastating your downfall!" Mandy had totally lost it. Her years of effort had all been for nothing. I reclaimed what they had stolen from me, but I still decided to hand over Avalon City's businesses to people I could trust.

Chapter 21 : The Price of Power Marco’s POV The Outskirts of Silver Claw Pack. The leather folder was heavier than it looked. I guess that describes the weight of betrayal, because it's not just about lies and deception, it's filled with ruined legacy, and blood. “Frances would definitely sign, because I know how much she loves and trusts me. She’s weak. She has always been weak. And as the spoiled daughter of Mr Rossi, she's too soft, loyal and too stupid to see she’s nothing but a puppet.”

Danced on the grave of my dignity like it was confetti. I staggered back from the door, suddenly aware of how my hands were trembling. Of how my chest rose and fell like I was still being dragged underwater. I could still feel it, the betrayal. The nights I cried myself sick. The baby. The blood. The gaslighting. The cold stares. The silence. No, this wasn’t just a memory. It was a resurrection. I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself. This body? This moment? It was mine now. Not theirs. Not his.

Kaelric let go of her shoulders and took a step backward, clenching his hand into a tight fist, his fingernails reopening the knife cut. “How did you carry my seed without a divination?! Without a ritual?!” “—I don’t—” “Where are you from, which kingdom do you serve?!” “I-I can't remember.” She whimpered, shaking her head. He raised a fist to his lips and sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as he tried to piece together the blank pages but it further enraged him to decipher how a slave’s womb could nurture a king’s blood, not just any blood: Dragonblood.

If they reached out—if they dared to choose love over legacy—then ancient bonds would shatter, and something unprecedented would rise from the ruins. Not peace without cost. Not unity without sacrifice. But a future no longer ruled solely by fear. The elders argued endlessly over the final line, for it was written in fractured script, translated and retranslated until meaning blurred: From blood and moonlight, a third path shall be born— Neither crown nor claw, but choice. And so the world waited. It waited as neon cities grew atop old battlegrounds. It waited as grudges hardened into doctrine. It waited as Maverick Delacroix learned to rule his hunger, and as Odessa Kingsleigh learned to sh

As secrets surface and desire ignites, she’s caught between a man she should fear and a passion she can’t ignore. The deeper she falls into Alexander’s world, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s her captor… or her only chance at survival. Dark. Addictive. Explosive. Blood & Oath is a gripping mafia romance about loyalty, revenge, and a love so fierce it might just destroy them both.

he sighed, a sound of genuine, disappointed resignation. He pressed down. The blade tore into the flesh of my left forearm. A gasp of pure, unadulterated agony tore from my throat, my body violently jerking against the heavy metal chair. The thick leather straps bit mercilessly into my wrists and chest, holding me pinned, offering no escape from the searing heat of the blade. Hot, crimson blood began to well up from the deep, clean line he had drawn, spilling over my skin and dripping slowly, rhythmically, onto the pristine white tile floor. In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black.