Grand Highblood Novels & Stories

★★★★ CAFETERIA They settled down on a sit as they ate. So, tell me about this school, Jeanne spoke up. She opened the cover of her water a gulp down a little quantity before speaking up. You see, Suga High is full of spoilt rich brat, bullies, and different characters. We have some students that are treated specially by the teachers. Really??...... tell me about them, she chipped in. We have Samantha Sobiech, the daughter of the largest share holder of the school, she's a full time bully, everyone knows she has a crush on Micheal.

With real blood on the flesh, a red-scarlet thick wash fell like rain from the ceiling, hitting her breasts, dripping over her stomach, licking down her thighs so that she glistened under the remote lantern. Not dead, of course, but very much alive. High on vampire blood, which drives mortals insane due to its addictive nature. One single drop would make someone feel delirious from its heavenly sensations of being indestructible. Humans, however, thought it was just a new drug on the market and the elite crowd would do everything to taste the addictive new substance. "Do you want some blood, sir?" he was asked from behind. James smiled and didn’t bother hiding his fangs. None of the humans k

Hi readers This is my book blue blood and be sure to know what I write and what you'll all be reading is all in my imagination,it's all a fictionalized. All scenes,sword fighting skills,Powers and all are all work of my imagination if this reminds you of a scene before or a true life story it's all a coincidence. Thanks... ____________________________ In a small hut a woman groan in pain, rubbing her big tummy, she stretch her legs apart, moaning, tears and sweat mixed together on her face, her hairs pull apart but still her beautiful moonlight face shone.

He looked at himself in the rearview mirror and flipped his hair. “Do you have a name?” His icy voice asked from the back and I turned in my seat to look at him. “Saratan…Saratan Credi.” “Saratan,” he tested the name on his tongue and frowned as though he found it wanting, “If you had been auctioned off, let me tell you what will become of you. If you are lucky, you’ll die in the hands of your first buyer and end your misery early. If not, you’ll be used and sold again, passed on to countless more vampires until you are old and worthless. Once you are of no use to anyone and your blood is flavorless, they wouldn’t hesitate to leave you in a dumpster out to die. Feeders corp. might act like

It was a grand event that promised to gather all the elites of high society. An invitation personally delivered by the Howe family heir… There was no escaping that social battlefield. When I arrived at the party wearing ten-centimeter heels custom-designed by a French designer and a blood-red evening gown, the first person I saw was someone I had not expected at all. Ethan West. He had changed a lot. He still looked like a polished member of high society, but the noble grace and cold aloofness were long gone. His presence felt like that of a beggar wrapped in luxury. His entire being was radiating darkness and decay.

“You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.” “Moonblood?” She nods. “Yes. The first of their kind was born under a red moon. It altered their chemistry, from what I read. Their powers are similar to the moon goddess.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach, chest tightening. “What happened to them?” “They were wiped out.” She flips the page. “These clan of wolves didn’t live among regular wolves because they were hated, envied for their strength. We heard that regular wolves tipped off human hunters, and every single one was killed.”

“You sure? The PR inbox is on fire. Over four hundred emails and climbing. Half the board is requesting statements. The rest are requesting your blood.” Noah smirked, dry. “Thought Lena would call herself.” “Oh, she did. I didn’t pick up. Told her I was stuck in an elevator with the apocalypse.” “Nice.” Gareth turned the screen to face him. “Look.” Noah finally dropped into the opposite chair, arms heavy. He expected graphs, maybe a few polite fire drills. But the headlines? He blinked. “Heir Apparent Refuses the Crown.” “Quinn’s New Face Won’t Be Tamed.”

“She’s a rich heiress. Her husband just passed, and she abandons her mother-in-law? That’s cold.” “Look at her—she must’ve been treated terribly to be so skinny.” “Lincoln Enterprise can’t afford to care for one old woman? This is disgusting.” “We all have parents. We won’t let these tycoons bully people!” “That’s right. Make them answer for this! If you can’t take care of her yourself, at least pay someone else to do it!” Their shouting gave me a headache. Through the crowd, I saw Richard lurking in the building’s shadow.

"The energy is too great. My crystal is already cracked. It won't hold him long. Rakar, you know what this is?" Rakar nodded stiffly, his face deathly pale. "Moon Blood." "Moon Blood?" Revira repeated, confused. "A blood disease? Leukemia?" "Not a disease," Eldric interjected firmly. "It is a legacy. A curse. A gift. Call it what you will." Eldric walked to the window, closing the curtains tightly as if afraid someone might be peering in from the darkness outside.

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.