Novel & Cerita Maiden's Blood

His face was turning red, and his eyes were starting to roll back. But then I heard footsteps running toward us. A maid came rushing into the room, carrying something shiny in her hands. I turned to look at her, confused about why she was there. That was my mistake. In that moment when I was distracted, Lucan broke free from my grip. He moved faster than lightning, rushing toward the maid. Before I could stop him, he grabbed the blade from her hands. And then he did something that made my blood freeze. He bit into the maid’s neck and started drinking her blood. She screamed for a second, and then went quiet. Her skin turned pale and cold, and she dropped to the floor like a rag doll.

Deep scratches marred the delicate curve of her face—ugly, jagged lines that wept crimson. A vicious bruise bloomed across her temple, dark and swollen, while another purpled along her jaw. Her once-lustrous hair lay tangled and matted, strands glued together by blood and grime, splayed across the filthy pavement like a broken halo. She lay motionless, almost unnaturally still, save for the faint, shallow rise and fall of her chest. Each fragile breath was a miracle and a torment. Blood soaked through her clothes in dark, spreading patches, pooling beneath her in a slow, accusing stain. The metallic scent hung heavy in the damp air, mingling with the smell of wet asphalt and distant rain.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

His only daughter was sent as the maiden representing my tribe the very cycle he died. A tortured scream rose from my left which served as motivation for me to run faster. That was the scream of a maiden as she is caught and being raped to death and if the warriors of Dar got tired of her before her death, she is taken to the other side of the forest where she is be being burnt alive along with the bodies of her fellow maidens that participated in the hunt. If any maiden reached that field without being caught is granted clemency and a place to live among the Dariths, our salvation or demise happens in the same field, it just depends on how we reach there.

“After your mother seduced my father, you’re trying to take my fiancé as well?” “No!” Livia panicked. “I was set up—” FLASH! A reporter raised his camera toward the bed. White sheets. A clear red bloodstain. The room instantly exploded. “PROOF OF THE FIRST NIGHT!” “DE LUCA SCANDAL!” Livia froze. Her blood felt cold. She had just realized the meaning of that stain. Her legs could barely support her. Adrian’s gaze turned even darker. Claire looked at the bed… then cried even harder, leaning on a reporter as if she could no longer stand.

A wince from the little girl’s mouth let her know that she might have cut too deep but there was no longer time to dwell on that. She clasped her bleeding palm against her child’s own the blood mixing like a light coat of honey but rather a crimson color. “Of my desire I give you my soul. Of my will I give you my blood. Of my choice I give you my life, take this part of me and be whole. May the gods approve of this trade” She held it there for a few minutes, having what might be the last feel of her daughter and then she went towards the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room. She was washing down her hands and the sharp tool that had just seared layers of her skin.

After a fleeting moment, the maid raised her gaze, and what she saw made her gasp. "Blood! The maid screamed, eyes wide. The water that was transparent some minutes ago was now red, filled with blood. Leah's eyes were tightly shut, but when she heard what the maid said, she immediately opened her eyes. "Blood?" She questioned, as if to confirm what the maid had said. Her eyes slowly started to water, and instantly fear gripped Leah's bones. "My baby? My baby! She screamed, terribly petrified. The maid helped her out of the water bath and led her to the chamber, with a huge towel wrapped around Leah's shoulders.

“Then I will love you anyway. I will love this child anyway. I do not need proof of blood to claim you. You are mine, Maeve. Nothing changes that.” She broke then, sobbing into my chest, clutching me as if she would shatter without me. I held her tighter, burying my face in her hair, whispering again and again, “Mine. Always mine. No one takes you from me.” But even as I soothed her, something cold twisted in my gut. The maid’s words echoed, sharper than claws. Do you know for certain it is his? And when Maeve pressed her body to mine, when her breath trembled against my neck, my curse burned hotter than before, the black veins tearing across my arms, my chest. It should have quieted near he