I Know It Was The Blood For Me Novels & Stories

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

I looked down at the blood spreading across the floor , at the body that wasn’t getting. And in that moment when it was too late to stop it,I understood exactly what I’d done. Fuck.

They believed it was over. They were wrong. Because the moment my blood touched the ground— something inside me answered. And this time… I did not feel weak. They thought it ended there. They thought I was finished. But the moment my blood hit the ground… something in me woke up. And whatever it was— it was not going to stay quiet.

"From now on, both of you must learn to protect yourselves. Now go to rest Yve, I will help your mother downstairs on making food for us. If any of you need anything, just call us downstairs alright?" I nodded on her last statement and let her leave the room. I can feel how unfair the world was towards us twins. I can feel the anger seeping through my blood because of this selfish people wanting to take our bloods. Whoever is that greater force Lady Molly was talking about, I will make sure they will suffer in my hands! They had done enough damage. Third Person's POV

Damien's POV The words staring back at me made my blood run cold. The ink had faded with time, but every sentence still carried weight. At the very top of the page, written in black, were six words. “Il sangue non dimentica mai” “Blood never forgets.” My thumb brushed over the old ink; I remembered those words. My father had made me recite them as a child until I could say them without thinking. Back then, I thought they were nothing more than stories told to frighten future heirs.

"it is me" I realized it was Zaidan. He was injured again and his white shirt was covered in blood. I quickly helped him into the car.

🖱️Victor🖱️ My blood was boiling. Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Literally. I could feel it crawling under my skin, thick and hot, like it wanted out. Like it wanted violence. Like it wanted blood so badly my fangs ached even when my mouth was closed. Every breath felt wrong. Every heartbeat felt like an insult. That pathetic human did this to me. Jayden. That fragile little creature with sharp eyes and too much audacity was the reason I had been cockblocked, humiliated, and left craving blood like a starving animal.

“You believe you lose your blood because you have money?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My parents died, and it is people like you who made my voice shake,” I said. “People who determine that others are irrelevant.” The guards came nearer, and they caught my arms. "Take her," Dino said. Trying to turn my head back to look at him, I was pulled by them towards the door. “It is no use killing me and washing your blood,” I said. Dino hesitated, the first time in a long time. "Wait," he said suddenly.

My head snapped around to see her standing behind me, completely unfazed. My lungs began to fight for breath like they were suffocating, and I put my hand on my chest. "It's a shame." It felt burning, and my eyes began to dart around frantically, trying to think of the words I wished to say as Rayline's voice echoed in my mind, "Your blood doesn't get to decide who you are."

“What the hell was that?” I looked at the blood on my hands, the power humming in my bones. And I whispered, “War.” —