Maiden's Blood Novels & Stories

Singing his song was one way I could gain entrance into our chamber and know what was the matter. So I resumed his song, singing it at my best and throwing each step with calculated caution. Upon getting to our door, my blood seized, a heavy ding opened in my head and my eyes almost bulged out as I beheld the bloodied scene. My entire chamber was littered with blood bath… Brian was licking the pool of blood on the floor now. His entire face was bloodied like a vampire. A maiden was on the floor, obviously lifeless as blood kept trickling from her rear. Nothing would have made me scream if not for what I saw next.

Madeline pricked her finger, letting a single drop of blood fall into the bowl beside Elias's. The crowd held its breath as Madeline lifted the bowl high, the moonlight catching the liquid inside. "With the power bestowed upon me as Luna of the Silver Moon Pack," she intoned, her voice ringing clear, "I call upon the Goddess to reveal the truth!" She tipped the bowl over the flames. The fire roared, the blood sizzling as it hit the embers. For a heartbeat, nothing. Then the blood changed. From crimson to deep, venomous purple. The color of betrayal.

"No, no, no." I fell to my knees, my hands covered in his blood. I had killed him. I had actually killed a man. The shock started to wash over me, cold and paralyzing, as the silence of the room began to scream. I was no longer Luna. I was just a girl in a broken room, trapped in a nightmare that I knew I would never be able to wake up from.

“Little Xena, requesting a meeting with me. A bold move. Who’s to say the Cambinos haven’t offered me a better deal already?” I smiled. Not the kind that softened, but the kind that promised dominance. I reached for the contract my father had prepared—one I had rewritten, refined, and perfected beyond contestation. He wouldn’t say no. He couldn’t. “Leonardo,” I said smoothly, “do recall that I disarmed six of your seven men and held you hostage for thirty minutes before my father called me back. Bold is hardly the word. We are securing safety—for our families, our legacy—with one simple decision. A marriage.”

She had showed Naiad a screen of two vampires fighting, both looking equally matched, “and for the experiment.” They were given a glass of blood, and soon the fight was over in a few seconds. “See the person that won drank your blood and the loser drank just regular blood. That is how powerful your blood is.” “Am I a blood bank to you?” Naiad angrily growled. Dawning on Naiad was her role in the war. She couldn’t stop screaming and struggling to get out of the machine. “It wouldn’t help. I made sure your voice doesn’t affect us, remember the liquid you drank. You now belong to us Naiad.”

Selene spilt, making my eyes pop. "What? How did it leak?" I asked in disbelief. Who told everyone? "I heard it from a maid who was telling a guard. They have been waiting for their Alpha to get a Luna all these years. The story is all over the pack. An Omega girl from the Crescent Moon Pack that was brought to the Blood Moon Pack to be a housekeeper suddenly turns the mate, of the Blood Alpha,"

Demetrius had slit her throat as he raped her, her blood pooling over him and after that day, Dominic had never dared to love a woman again. ‘Not until Isadora,’ Dominic thought ruefully as he was pulled back to the present. He’d been seventeen that day in the basement, and he could still smell his father’s cigar. “Hail, holy Queen, mother of Mercy. Hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope. To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping, in this vale of tears. Turn then, most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward us; and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus. O clement, O loving, O sweet virg

Blood ran across her lifeline, blackened at the edges, then curled toward the vial as if recognizing a sister crime. “I preserved her first blood before Tala ran, before Rudina died, before anyone knew which daughter would become the better key.” Adolphus smiled again, wide and reverent, as the throne opened its black bone arms toward the vial. The first Blood Feather book wrote one final sentence above us, and every word burned like a nail through my name. The queen who must not bleed has already bled. Then the dead midwife held up the vial of my preserved birth blood and laughed as the ancient throne began calling it home.

"They've been breached." Before I could respond, a flash of silver light exploded through my mind. A vision. A woman stood beneath a blood-red moon, her hair white as fresh snow, silver markings glowing across her skin. Thousands of wolves surrounded her, some bowed, others attacked. Fire consumed the horizon, mountains crumbled, kingdoms fell, and above them all a voice echoed through the darkness. “When the Moon's Daughter awakens, the forgotten bloodline shall rise. The Alpha shall kneel, the kingdoms shall burn, and death shall walk beside the bond.”

One guard moved towards the old woman covering her mouth. “Nooo!…” the maid cried beneath the hand covering her mouth. Her mother tried to scream. Just then… A blade pierced straight through her chest. Blood splashed across the blanket. The maid’s eyes widened in horror. “MMMPH…!!” Tears burst violently from her eyes. Her mother collapsed lifelessly onto the bed. The maid started struggling widely. Desperately. Violently. But the guards were stronger. One of them leaned close to her ear. “The future queen sends her gratitude.”