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We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

Asha let out a weak, “please.” Young’s eyes snapped back to her body with Blood’s bloodlust coating his eyes in a very particular type of glazed over look. It hadn’t exactly been that swirl they held before, more of a film. It was a lot less scary to Asha this time and did far more to heighten her libido. “That’s right, beg.” The coarseness of Blood’s voice oozed from Young’s lips. It was proving more and more difficult for Young to be able to hold him back but he refused to stop now. It’d taken too long and too much sacrifice for him to.

Talia's eyes looked far away. Just like always, she was already in love with someone she barely knew. Talia is obsessed with the idea of true love. Sira, on the other hand, wasn't sure she believed in it. She felt like loving was certainly just a choice that happened to work out, she never had an interest in finding a man that would give her butterflies. She was perfectly okay with simply finding one she could live with without fighting and have an easier life together. Her parents marriage worked perfectly, but no one would look at them and say they have the kind of love that happens in movies. At least that was what Sira thought before her dad had a heart attack. She saw that her mom would

His fingers gently massaged my back and I ran my finger over his stomach. “When we’re here, in our room, I know that there is just you and me. The world stays outside, and I yield and kneel to the one woman who has me submitting to every single word that she says.” Diablo said, and I raised my head to look him in the eye. “No matter how much I’m going to try and tell you, I won’t be able to express how I feel about you. I know that I’ve been in relationships before, I even believed that I fell in love before, but I know for fact that the ONE person that I love is you. You are the one person that I know that I fell in love with. And you are the one weakness that I have in this world. I know t

Which meant I had to survive several hours of polite conversation with people who could snap my neck like a breadstick. “Who’s the guest again?” I asked, fidgeting with the sleeves. Marien’s eyes flicked to mine in the mirror. “His Highness, Prince Lucien of House Draeven.” I froze. Lucien. The male lead of Blood and Moonlight. Dark-haired, golden-eyed, impossibly beautiful, with a smile that could charm the fangs off a snake. In the novel, he was both hero and heartbreaker—a vampire prince torn between love and political duty. And, in Lady Astrid’s timeline, he barely noticed her before she died.

Cassian contributes. “Yeah, they are,” Wilder says. “Blood magic is kind of a shortcut to power. Drawing sigils in your own blood allows you to pull more energy from the moon than you would otherwise be able to, because you’re making yourself vulnerable—opening yourself up to it. Most of us save that for really rare occasions and only use a little bit of blood. It’s the kind of thing you might do once in a lifetime. But the Moon Drinkers use other people’s blood, not their own, so they can do as much as they want.” “That’s sick,” I say, horrified.

I had missed her greatly and wished to have her in my arms, but my blood thirst wouldn't let me. Solomon zoomed into the room from the front door with a shopping bag filled with blood bags. He got one out and threw it at me with supernatural speed. I caught it and tore the seal off in hunger. I sucked on it, and the blood flowed down my throat, calming my demons. I didn't feel the uncomfortable sensation in my veins anymore.

"Food will be here any time now" "They will starve us until we swore allegiance to them" Daren said. He is a unique Badblood; he will become what he touched. If he touched a rock, his body will turn to rock. Though Mira didn't saw him transform into one, just thinking of it gave her chills. Daren on the other hand has very manly features: hard muscles, a clean cut hair, a beard, and a strong black eyes. His lips is tiny and his nose is extremely long but in a handsome way.

Observing the way their chests would rise and fall from time to time, Diana reckoned that they were healing quite well. She only hoped that her mate would wake up and take Talia away from there while she drew the others’ attention. But seeing Dylan still unconscious while the eleven warlocks started to stalk her, Diana knew that ‘that’ option was out of the box already. Biting the inside of her cheeks rather deeply, Diana tasted her blood as it seeped down her throat. She needed the pain to keep her mind awake – even when her chest continued to bleed out. “Finally, it looks like you are not so dumb.” Diana mocked. She wiped the blood from the corners of her lips as she revealed a mocking gri