Grand Highblood Novels & Stories

On the third night after Seraphina Vale—the academy's most envied beauty—took her own life, a blood ledger appeared out of nowhere in the abandoned chapel of St. Ophelia's Academy. Rumor had it that if you left a blood print on it, the ledger would grant your deepest wish. At first, nobody bought such a ridiculous story. Until Vivian Cross—all two hundred and twenty pounds of her—shakily made her choice: beauty. She dropped the weight overnight. Her features turned so delicate people couldn't look away. Just like that, she became the academy's new obsession. After that, no one called the blood ledger bad luck anymore. Dorian Blackwood chose his future, and the Black Council's recommendation

We glanced at each other but I gestured with my head for him to go on and he did. “Hi! I’m Kyle Miller from HB group,” he waved and I could already see the girls drooling over him from my side. Oh, and HB as in ‘Half-Bloods’, the school’s divided into different supernatural groups for convenience. “I hope to make great friends here. Can’t wait to know all of your names!” Those claps afterward were more than enough for me to know that they liked him. I sighed when the class went silent again knowing that it’s my turn next.

he asked, and I nodded and began to cry. "Yes, yes your highness. My mother has cancer caused by the ash, and she is dying," I confessed. "What about medical treatments available. A lot of people have been able to beat the ash cancer,' he said, and I laughed, wiping away my tears. "A lot of Bloods, your highness," I corrected him, "A lot of Bloods have been able to beat cancer because they get all the best medical care. Moons can't afford them, and even if they could, our physicians don't have the best types of equipment for that." I said, and he shook his head.

When he had drank it the first time nothing happened because we weren't a mated couple nor was it the vibrant color it was currently. "Does the golden blood cause confusion," I asked Aisha rather loudly. "Golden blood is from the Gods, Missy," the old woman cackled. I raised a brow and glanced over at her. Aisha made a snarl and told me Zeus was messing with Zayn and causing him issues. I rolled my eyes when she told me Zayn would have to overcome him. I asked if Zeus was responsible for the blood in my veins and she told me she thought it was a gift from the moon goddess but would check with her to be certain. I was getting frustrated with being a play thing for these higher beings. I heade

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 9 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛.

"Edward made me read the Vampire Chronicles of Blood Types when I was a boy. It's important for vampires to know what we're drinking; just because we need blood to survive, it doesn't mean that some people's blood can't kill us." "Which is why you have Amber," I said slowly. It was all coming together now. Darick nodded. "Yes. Amber's gift is blood purification; her body can cleanse toxic blood." He continued dabbing the cotton ball against my skin. "Wow, this is unbelievable…” I muttered. "Shit,” Darick huffed under his breath as he continued dabbing my wound. And just like that, all of my senses were alerted. "What? What is it? Am I dying?"

My arms ached with every push of the handle. BANG. A gunshot. I froze. The mop slipped from my hands. Footsteps upstairs. Voices. Then—nothing. My legs wouldn’t move. I hid behind a metal shelf, heart pounding so loud I could barely hear the bass from the club above. Then I heard it. A groan. Faint. Pained. I peeked around the shelf. Down the hall, by a stack of crates, a man was lying on the ground. His shirt was soaked in blood.

If Gus finds out, he’ll never stop until the child is dead. Helena gasps again. Her grip falters. “Please.” I swallow hard, my throat tight with tears. “I promise.” The second I say it, she collapses against the mattress. I catch the baby, small and blood-slicked, as she slips into the world with a piercing cry. “She’s beautiful,” I whisper. Small, fragile and covered in blood, the baby takes her first breath, her tiny body trembling from the cold air. Helena’s tears aren’t from pain this time, but something deeper. Something stronger. “Let… let me hold her.”

she said to him. “The vials are on the table,” I said to her, and she picked them up. Dr. Foirbeis handed her an empty vial and she mixed half of our blood together. “Once I start the spell, the blood will turn white and gold, which signifies the blood bond to the mother, then it will change to the father’s colors, before returning back to red,” Gwyneth said, and I nodded.

Her heartbeat, quick and strong. Her blood, potent and forbidden, singing across the wind. It was more than hunger. It was destiny. I closed my eyes, my fangs pricking as I imagined her taste. Warmth flooding my mouth, power coursing through my veins like wildfire. A tribrid’s blood could make me unstoppable. But there was more. Beneath the hunger, something sharp and unfamiliar twisted in me. Jealousy. The image of her wrapped in Damien’s arms, his mark burning