Novel & Cerita Forged In Blood Spicy Chapters

#ForbiddenHeirs Aiden sat on his balcony, the skyline burning gold and silver. His phone buzzed endlessly—friends, enemies, strangers clawing for a piece of him. He didn’t answer any. He should have hated Dante more than ever. He should have sworn never to touch him again. But all he could taste was the kiss. All he could feel was the fire it lit in him, a fire that wouldn’t go out no matter how he tried to smother it. And he hated himself most of all for wanting more.

Chapter 21 – The Age of Blood Valenfort’s sky bled red, a wound that would never heal. Ash from the Seraphim still clung to the shattered domes of cathedrals, falling like blood-snow in the night wind. This city — once a symbol of balance between human and vampire — now lay in chaos, decay, and despair. Evelyn Cross had vanished. Her silhouette dissolved into the black light of the ritual that sealed Azrael, leaving behind a torn world. But her death was not the end; it was the beginning of a new era where blood became law, and fear the only religion left.

His eyes widened not with fear, but with surprise as the tines sank into his chest, just beneath his collarbone. The sound was obscene, a wet crunch of metal piercing flesh. Darius staggered back, a curse tearing from his lips. Blood spread across his white shirt, crimson blooming like a dark flower. For a breathless second, victory surged through me. My chest heaved. My hand trembled around the bloodied fork. “I told you,” I whispered, my voice shaking with both triumph and rage. “I will kill you.” “Fuck the bet!” I whispered, twisting the blade. “Adiós, Darius Ashfang. I won!”

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

The gates of the Council’s Spire didn't groan when they opened; they shrieked. Built from volcanic glass and reinforced with ancient silver, the Spire was the heart of the world Elias had been born to dismantle. Behind him, the combined forces of the Silver Basin—once divided by Thorne’s cruelty—now stood as a single, silent tide of fur and steel. Elias adjusted the leather bracers on his forearms, the Crescent Moon mark glowing with a steady, pulsing heat. He wasn't the trembling Omega from Chapter 1 anymore. He was the Apex of the Forgotten.

My eyes widened when the lights went off and Lilian walked away without saying a word to respond. Dimmed lights suddenly appeared on the ground where people lay on the ground as if unconscious, or more specifically, coming back to their senses. My eyes searched them for my wife to find her sitting down, her hands rubbing her eyes as she looked around, her eyes adjusting to the light around her. Richard sat up close beside her, the two of them looked one another in the eye, confusion draw over their expressions. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter”

Because they had. "Jameson." Marco appeared in the doorway, his expression grim. "We'll handle the cleanup. You two should go." I nodded. "Make it quick." "Always do." Cat and I walked out of the safe house together, leaving Fiona's body behind. The sun was setting over Chicago, painting the sky in shades of orange and red. Blood and fire. Fitting. "You know what this means?" I asked as we reached the car. Cat looked at me. "What?"

Octavia found my lips again and that lukewarm sleek tongue slipped in and took its place alongside mine. I wasn't sure if I could resist not to let her take me. The feeling of leaking sensation from my heated walls made my body scream ready. Her hips bumped into me as she got between my legs. The bookshelf shook a little with our synergized force when our bodies moved feverishly. Octavia's golden eyes blazed while she was tonguing inside my startled but over-joyful mouth. We moaned at the heat of our fierce embrace. Suddenly, my eyes caught a glimpse of a golden spine of an antique-looking book. It was placed behind the other books and at the far back of the shelf. I had a strange feeling tu

CHAPTER 153: A CHOICE IN BLOOD LYSS' POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “CONTROL” by Halsey ~~~ The final cut is never clean. I’m kneeling in the middle of a salt-drawn circle, the silver dagger heavy in my trembling hands. Blood trickles from my palm, staining the runes I etched into the stone beneath me. I can feel the bond fraying inside me like threads of my own soul unraveling slowly and deliberately. There’s a low hum in the air, like a song only magic can hear, and it trembles through my bones.