Gaara It's My Blood Novels & Stories

he whispered. “Yeah, I get that too, we have to figure out how we can get her alone,” Garrett whispered back. “Quiet you.” one Spell-Blade growled hitting Garrett with his light magic. “Enough!” Gage said wrapping his arm around Jade taunting Garrett to do something. “Feed the mutts, actually no bring them in here, I'll have my lovely wife get some blood,” Gage growled. Jayden and Garrett sat down against the wall without fighting them. Gage handed Jade a bottle of blood for Jayden first. “Go ahead and give it to him, he won’t hurt you if he knows what's best,” Gage said looking down at Jayden.

I saw fear registered in her eyes. "Lana Green, it is unfortunate and quite condescending for you to think I will be petty enough to make you stand trial for harassing me and calling me a whore. It also shows that you are yet to learn and may never learn. As Luna and a divine wolf, I have bigger issues to deal with, so I can't afford to be petty. We are having this trial because we want a lasting peace in Blood Moon country," I said, and Adam looked at me. I knew why. That was the first time I would call our country Blood Moon country. I smiled at him and continued.

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

"We can find a technician. We can hack the system." "We don't have time for a technician, and you know it," I said softly, stepping up to the central platform where the main network cables converged. I closed my eyes, feeling the dark, heavy pulse of the Blood Heir power waiting beneath my skin. It was screaming to be let loose. "I survived the Spire, Dante. I can survive this." "Kira, please," Dante whispered, stepping back, his hands raised as if he could physically stop the energy that was beginning to radiate from my skin.

My throat felt scraped raw, every nerve in my skin firing with a terrifying mixture of dread and anticipation. "They aren't looking at a ghost," Jarrah murmured, his tone smooth, almost hypnotic. "They're looking at an heiress who was supposed to surrender her bloodline to the wolves. They're trying to calculate how much you have left to lose." His hand didn't ask for permission. Slowly, deliberately, Jarrah stepped into my space, closing the paper-thin gap between us. His long fingers reached around my frame, settling heavily onto the exposed curve of my waist.

Behind me, the room was silent. "I cannot choose," I said softly, but in the breathless stillness my words carried. "You each own part of me that I cannot reclaim." I turned my palms upward. "My blood, freely given, is all I have left to offer. Will you share it?" I extended my hand. After an endless moment, Scar moved first, pulling a dagger from his belt. He drew the blade across his palm and clasped my hand tightly. Blood mingled. Hunter silently grasped my other hand and repeated the gesture. Lastly Frost took the dagger and cut his own palm, pressing it to mine.

"I will remain alive, Iwaoka." Iwaoka stopped attacking and stood still to look at her with a questioning look. Tara held up her bloody hand, blood that came from her and her enemies. She clenched it tightly and grinned. "I am worth a thousand men." Iwaoka nodded in agreement. "We are. And we will witness many generations of Blood Stars to come."

“Azzua’s blood is running through the veins of that vicious man? How? What are you talking about, Gia? Is that man not your cousin or something? We have no connection with you, so how can that man be carrying our blood?” Mrs. Azzua finally breaks the silence after a long moment of screaming silence, while her husband still battles with the revelation.

I said, and Saga visibly shuddered. “There’s something seriously wrong with that guy,” Saga said, and William put his arm around her. “Can’t I just alter his memories?” “I’m not sure if that would work. The royal bloodlines are different, somehow. We’re less affected by powers,” I said. Malachi, Jessica, Kiran, and Adara had opted to eat dinner in my dining room, as they worked through the ledgers and books I gave them. Kiran also didn’t want to lose his temper and kill Rupprecht. I had agreed with that last part. It would be safer for everyone. Jessica had just laughed and said he might just break his neck the first time Rupprecht sniffed in any of their directions.

“My enemy lurks within this Park, the last blood of Kayla. Only if you bring her to me, I may spare you.” “It was said that Kayla's last blood held a great piece of virtue. She requested for her lover's ashes to be given to her as the reward for handing out her lover, Emmett, to the Alpha of their time to slay. They had it all these while, and maybe, along the way, they sold it to the hands of strangers, like the humans.” “Please, master, the people who had your urn know Kayla's last blood. You should go get your answers now for we know nothing.”