Novel & Cerita God Of Blood

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

“During the Swarm War… Kojin got injured. One of the last battles. He was bleeding out. His blood hit the ground—and it was gold. Liquid gold. Ichor. I thought I was hallucinating from blood loss. But I wasn’t. Kojin was a god. His blood *was* ichor.” She lowered her gaze—locked on me. “I studied at Storm Academy in Utah. And before that—in Shambhala. Ancient texts. Vampire physiology, divine anatomy, the old wars. Every single one said the same thing: the blood of gods is golden ichor. Not red. Not silver. Gold. Pure. Eternal.” She narrowed her eyes—sharp, searching. “Nico… have you ever met your biological parents?” The question landed like a stone in still water. I felt Elara’s hand tight

I asked with interest. "Ah..." he touched his chin as if he is thinking. “Ah! Their power is Ill—” what he said was cut off by an explosion causing us to turn to the source of that explosion. My eyes widened when I saw five vampires with black eyes. Dervy. They are outside the shield and trying to break the shield with their dark magic. "Let the hunting begin," Adrian said happily then grinned and quickly ran towards the Dervy group. Their father also followed him.

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing. Her life had just changed forever.

she shrugged. "So do you believe in that?" I asked, ignoring her overly possessive remark. "You mean those legends about half-blood children?" she said. "Well, no." "Why not?" Octavia just looked at me as if I had zero IQ. "Does your butt look like you're missing a tail?" she asked back. I had to bite my lips from screaming at her. "But why are there such legends about dhampires and stuff like that in the books?" "That might be true for defective genes to occur in a human-vampire relationship," Octavia said casually. "But the same with humans and humans. You know how genetics can mess up sometimes, don't you?"

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

I breathed in and out several and finally felt better. "What else is very vital that we should know about?" Cass stared at Lindsay who had a faraway look like her soul wasn't present in the room. "The old one is a horned god, a celestial being, and a direct ancestor of the ancient witches' bloodline. He has a beast head and is the union of divine and animal." Lindsay said without blinking or batting an eyelash. "Please make it sound less scary and creepier, thanks." Cass wrapped his hands around himself and rocked from side to side.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, I was not only scared for myself that I had handed my heart over to this man, I was also scared for his people, I needed to know what inspired such hatred to murder his people. “You want to know the truth? I will tell you.” He strolled from the throne towards me, “The world I told that was built by me and my two friends, these people are the descendants. We made a blood covenant that whichever one of us dies first, our power should be given to the next who was alive to maintain the balance of the park for greater good. Their fathers saw us as a threat and opted to end our lives. For each one they killed, their powers were absorbed into my blood, the same blood I

Another vision flashed her mother, bleeding before the Moon Goddess, sealing the Blood Oath not to protect, but to atone. The Goddess’s voice echoed: “Your blood will carry the sin.” “What sin?” Aria demanded, her voice shaking. The Sovereign’s eyes burned. “The Moon Goddess stole the Eclipse’s power to create your kind. The Blood Oath is its vengeance. Your blood will unleash it or end it.” Aria’s claws flared, the crimson light wilder, hungrier. She felt its pull, tempting her to give in, to let it consume her. But Kael’s bond held her steady, his voice cutting through the chaos.

"Guardian? Like parents?" His expression cracked into something between delight and disbelief. "Oh, you're precious, aren't you." He laughed, low and mocking. "No. Not like parents, you feral little thing. Like us. Guardians. Those who stand between the mundane and the divine." I gave him a flat look. "Do you have a god complex, or are you just insane." He blinked, actually startled, then took a step closer. I stilled but didn't retreat. "It's alright, boy. Let me just check you over — head trauma, maybe." He approached the way you'd approach something feral, which, fair enough.