Novel & Cerita Most Precious Blood Astoria

" Yes. Mom said that. She wouldn't lie this at least!" " You trust her?" his brow raises. " Never. But I don't think she would lie for this. I am doing everything for her Precious!" " Who is the precious actually? You didn't visit him for years. Are you sure he is Precious? That name too. What is his real name?" " I never met him!" Ben's eyes are on her, speechless. She has been donating blood not knowing who and how Precious looks like. " Are you kidding me? You have been giving blood for two years. You don't know him?"

It was just them—and a memory neither of them could quite reach. “I saw something,” Achi whispered. “And I think you should know.” “What?” He leaned closer. “Your blood… it’s not just royal. It’s sacred. And they’ve been lying to you.” Then, just like smoke, he was gone. The window creaked open, the breeze dancing again. Ava stood frozen in the middle of the room, her pulse thunderous. Somewhere in the hallway, Darius stirred. And far above, the gods opened their eyes.

"You know it's a trap right?" "Obviously. But If we don't, he'll kill Alessia who I doubt is even alive." "Ryan, we just have to." "Then we better get going. The only blood bank in New York isn't on land. At the least not the land you're used to." Ryan said after giving a sigh. "What do you mean by it isn't on land?" I asked in bewilderment. "The only vampyre blood bank is not in the city. It's in a coven." he took a pause before he continued. "That it's beneath the Statue of Liberty." Ryan added putting me and my mom in shock. "The Statue of Liberty???"

Confused, I was about to ask them a question but Atlas answered right away. "A blood bride is the highest form of honor given to blood slaves. It means you can not be owned by any other tenants ever again. A blood bride is way more respected than real wives." I nodded. Should I feel honoured though? Atlas added before leaving, "Lucky you, Sol."

he says, shifting to the Tongue. I sure do. The Aster is in every textbook, albeit with vastly different interpretations. The day the purple of our blood and the green of the Weres’ flowed together, as bright and beautiful as the blooming flower the massacre was named after. “Who the hell would enter a marriage of political convenience after that?” “Me, apparently.” “You are going to live among the wolves. Alone.” “Right. That’s how hostage exchanges work.” Around us, the suits hurriedly check their watches. “We have to go—”

"Fifty million credits twice! Going for the raw blue moonlight gem to Beta Grayson Mercer of the Mercer Bloodline—" "Five hundred million," Asher drawled lazily. His low, seductive voice wasn't loud, but it carried through the specialized acoustic runes of the VIP balcony, dropping into the silent hall like a massive iron anvil. The entire auction hall froze. Down on the main floor, the frantic chatter died instantly. Hundreds of heads snapped upward toward the second-floor VIP box. Grayson’s jaw dropped open, his amber eyes wide with disbelief as his head whipped toward the balcony. Beside him, Mallory’s triumphant smile vanished, replaced by a look of sheer, stunned horror.

Her father and Marlowe have not yet returned from the Lagos Holdings post-engagement press meeting. Elowen walks over to the massive, wall-length display case in the center of the hall. Rows of ultra-rare, century-old wolf-blood wines sit behind reinforced glass—Benedict Hartwell’s most prized possession, worth millions of credits and gathered from alpha territories across the world. She opens the glass door, reaching into the center shelf. She pulls out the holy grail of his collection—a rare 1892 bottle of Royal Silver-Blood Wine, a priceless artifact gifted to Benedict by the Pack Council.

Ash asked as he stretched his right index finger to the magnificent Mitchell mansion that was clearly displayed in front of them. This is dangerous. Ash did not let go of his sharp gaze for even a second from the magnificent building. He tried to scan, looking for the culprit who had changed his friend. Even though his gaze and tone were so calm, it was actually dangerous. Ash was gathering all his strength and was ready to attack his prey. "P-purebloods? What do you mean, Ash?" asked Archie, stuttering. Either he was pretending, or indeed he did not know the facts. But his question managed to distract Ash from the magnificent building in front of them.

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

However, in Maddy's heart, she was already a member of the Astor family, and an important one at that, because she was carrying the blood of the Astor family, the future successor of the Astor family. The day when she would reveal the truth to Frost and the Astor family was getting closer, and Maddy was becoming more and more calm. Now that Grandpa was ill, it was only right for her, his daughter-in-law, to take care of him. Betty disliked Maddy's demeanour as a mistress, but deliberately spoke affectionately: "Maddy, thank you for taking care of Father!