Kickstarter Bloodstained Novels & Stories

Its been a while since i was in battle ,although i do care about master juju's prophecy ,but what can i do ,i cant just sit around and let any bastard tower over her let alone an alpha at that ,i really cant wait to see the look on his face when he sees me . I approach the blood moon pack and its a quite beautiful pack i ain't gonna lie ,its such a shame I'll just have to burn it all down . I mind link scar to dive down landing with a breathe of fire as we burn down the gates with a grand entrance ,i grab one of the warrior by the neck as i lift his legs off the ground .

He whips around to attack me again, but I just kick the knife out of his hand, shoving him as hard as I can on the chest until he flies to the opposite side of the wall. The concrete cracks as he falls over. And before he can get up again, I lunge towards him, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him over and over on the concrete until I can see blood splattering against the wall. He tries to scratch me, but I grab his other arm, snapping it off his body as though he's made of wood. More blood spurts out of the stump that used to be his arm. Only his blood is not red. It's black, like the Rogues' blood.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

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’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”

"What are you doing? Get out of here!" I grabbed my best friend's hand and turned to run, but the one behind us blazed his white teeth and flashed forward. I quickly turned around and kicked him in the stomach, but at the same time, another guy came at Cammie. For that split second, my heart stuck in my throat. To my surprise, Cammie held off his oversize bite with a blow, making the undead stumbled backward. "Ow!" Cammie cried and shook her hand in pain. "Is his face made of stone or something?"

They chorused. "Our powers don't work here Master" "Yes, me too" They started to murmur and complain. "I know it doesn't. If you want it back, find the lost blood!" He yelled. "Yes master!" They chorused again. Steve hand shook. He really want to find her and he's ready to kill anyone in his way, even Elon. . Carlos was in the car with Amy. He kept on stealing glances from her. Amy noticed it and stared at him. "What?" She asked.

Along the ruined street, flickering billboards looped the Guild’s broadcast: “The Purification Operation was successful. The Blood King has been eliminated. Traitor Evelyn Cross is wanted across Valenfort.” Adrian shut the screen off, voice raspy. “We can’t stay here. Marcus transferred command to someone new named Aster Crowe . They call him the Gray Angel of the Guild.” Evelyn looked up. “Crowe? Never heard of him.” “I have,” Adrian said grimly. “He’s a hybrid born from a failed experiment. The Guild took him in, trained him, then purged the vampire blood from his system. But everyone knows… once blood turns black, it never truly turns white again.”

The great hall of Blackthorn Keep smelled of pine smoke, healing herbs, and the faint metallic tang of drying blood. Servants moved with practiced efficiency, carrying trays of steaming broth, folded linens, and jars of thick golden salve that carried the sharp scent of yarrow and comfrey. The long trestle tables had been pushed against the walls to make room for the wounded and the weary. Damien sat on the same low bench where Ashley had cleaned his cuts, though now fresh bandages wrapped his forearm, his side, and the ugly slash along his cheek. He had refused to lie down. An Alpha, even a newly affirmed one, did not rest while the pack watched.

None of that would have happened if he had stayed put. After he had bitten me, I had gotten exasperated, and I had leveled up. I had beaten him into a pulp and had chained him up afterward. I had gotten his blood without his permission and had healed myself. I had also stolen another sum of his blood and had kept it in a safe place for future use. I kept it in case he wanted to try such insolent once more.