Gaara It's My Blood の小説・ストーリー

She had told me several things in the past that had manifested. I was confused about how I was supposed to help her stabilize her powers when I had no supernatural powers myself. “She has blood so rare and so pure that I believe it will be the one to cure your full moon curse.” That was the most shocking of all her words. Her blood would cure me? How? Why? “Fuck…” I cursed loudly, dragging the cigar between my lips and puffing the smoke into the air. “How would Mara’s blood cure me?” I muttered.

He holds out his hand. I remove the blood-soaked fabric from around my neck and let out a soft groan. It’s impossible, and if Jasper didn’t have exactly the same reaction, I would never have believed it. The entire stole is covered in blood, except the moon effigy that’s glowing bright silver-blue, repelling all the blood. I glance at my Beta. “Well, I guess it’s not superstition after all.” “That would appear to be the case, yeah,” he says, his eyes wide with astonishment.

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.”

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

“I don’t need reminding.” She stared at me as if searching for a punchline, as if this could somehow be a sick joke. But when she saw no humor in my face, only the exhaustion, her shoulders slumped. “How could your father do this to you? How could he just—sell you off just like that?” My throat burned, and I bit my lip to keep tears from slipping free. “Because that’s how it works in our world. What I want has never mattered. I’m a pawn, Gia. Nothing more.”