Maiden's Blood Novels & Stories

Sloana snapped. “But Luna…” The maid was cut off by the opening of the door. Sloana stepped back in fear as Rod stepped into the room in all his handsome glory. He was every inch a warrior, his shoulders and the way he held her in his arms were those of a strong man who knew what he wanted and was not going to let up until he got it. The maid sent Sloana, a hurried sorry and escaped from the room. Stupid girl, Sloana thought madly. Where the heck were her guards anyway? Those fools.

CHAPTER 33 Vivian watched eyes wide open as the maid cut open her wrist, blood gushed out of her wrist and soon her palm was covered with blood, they drool from her hand to the floor. Her blood mixed with Vivian's and Vivian could feel the power storming in.

“There are more eligible maidens where she came from.” Kaelric’s jaw tightened, his gaze dropped to his hands—rough, steady, capable of ending lives, yet powerless in the one task that truly mattered. “How many now?” “Thirty-two, Your Majesty. All chosen by blood divination, all ritually prepared.” Kaelric exhaled a quiet, dangerous sound as vapor escaped his flared nostrils. But it didn’t stop Maevin from adding, “The last maiden lost the child yesterday, it didn’t survive past the first moon.”

When that wasn’t enough, I curled up with my phone and scrolled until I found a story titled Maid x mafia guy. The title alone made me smile. It instantly reminded me of that shy maid at the wake… and the way she looked at Baron. Later that night, I found myself drawn to the pool. It was my first time stepping near water since the lake accident. My chest felt tight as I stood at the edge, staring at the glowing blue surface. I needed this. I refused to let fear control me anymore. No more panic attacks and flashbacks ruling my life. I peeled off my maid uniform, then my pants and bra, leaving only my black lace panties. The cool night air kissed my skin as I slowly descended the steps into t

"I'm sorry my lady, but we received orders from the king himself to follow you everywhere you go." She didn't say any more word and just headed to Ralph's room. She carried a glass of blood with her. She was told that it was the blood of a siren that was caught, and it was obvious because of the tantalizing scent. Her vampiric urges pressured her to want to have a taste, but she did her best to resist. On getting to the king's door, she knocked once before gently pushing it open, and she saw the man seated at the edge of his bed shirtless. He seemed to have been waiting for her.

You have such beautiful eyes Blue Blue : {smiles} thank you From afar the chief maid's daughter was passing by when she sighted them She became angry Girl: what the hell is wrong with this Blue Maid. She doesn't know her boundaries? And she's openly flirting with the young master. I better report her to mom Then she went back inside hurriedly

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

She closes her eyes, too exhausted to argue, and I sit there holding her hand and watching her breathe, counting each rise and fall of her chest like I’m afraid if I stop paying attention it might just stop altogether. The door opens behind me. I don’t turn around at first because I assume it’s a nurse coming to check vitals or adjust her IV, but then I hear Mara’s voice. “So you actually showed up.” I turn around and Mara’s standing there with her arms crossed tight over her chest, wearing that old denim jacket she refuses to throw away even though it’s got a rip in the sleeve. Her hair’s pulled back in a ponytail that’s half falling out and there are shadows under her eyes that make her lo

"Come closer girl. Let me look at you properly." I moved forward on legs that felt unsteady and stopped a few feet away from where she sat. Maelin tilted her head as if studying me from angles I could not perceive. "Yes. Yes I see it now. The blood runs true. Diluted but still singing with the old power." "You are Fae." The words came out as statement not question. "I am the last full blooded Fae walking this world. Two thousand three hundred and forty seven years old. I have watched civilizations rise and crumble. Watched my people vanish into legend." She smiled and it was both sad and knowing. "I have waited lifetimes for you child."

“Yes.” “Why?” “Because you should not exist,” he said simply. Her jaw tightened—but she didn’t recoil. “Explain.” Caelen’s gaze sharpened, something like respect flickering there. “You are a convergence of forces that were never meant to align within one vessel. Bloodlines. Bonds. Power restrained by love instead of domination.” He took a step closer. The wards hummed faintly but did not resist him. “That has happened before,” Amelia said quietly. “Yes,” he agreed. “And it always ended in ruin.”