Novel & Cerita New Blood Fanfiction

I could feel him take a deep breath, shuddering slightly as he let it out. “That would be great. Actually, just getting to talk to someone about her is great. Thank you, Holly. I know you don't want to be here, but I'm glad you're back. Next time, you get to spill your guts about why you're back; elaborate more than just saying 'things didn't work out'.’ But seriously, thanks for making me vent. I needed it.” I could feel him move his hands through the dark to wipe his cheeks before placing his hand on mine. His palm and fingers were warm, his heat seeping into me, connecting us. The air seemed to crackle with potential. I started to move closer to him, wanting more of him, but his phone buz

With that, I hung up and blocked his number without hesitation. Liam must have sensed the tension in the car because he smiled and tried to lighten the mood. “Miss Griffin, you came here to start a new life. Don’t let stuff like that ruin it. We’ll be at your apartment soon. You’re going to love it.” I turned my eyes to the sky. The clouds at the horizon were painted gold by the setting sun, and for the first time in years, I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders. I nodded lightly. “You’re right. I’m looking forward to my new beginning.”

Gabriel got ready to leave, kissed me one more time, then left in his old car. I stood on the porch, watching until the car disappeared around the corner. I opened my phone, opened the news app. The article about Bloodfang Corporation was still on the main page. I scrolled down, reading the comments. "Marcus is a genius leader!" "Bloodfang Corporation is finally rising again!" "Gabriel Bloodfang? Who's that?" I closed my phone. I wouldn't read that news again. Wouldn't open that app again. Wouldn't give any space in my head to them.

Aurelia's POV The night breeze carries the scent of lantern wax and blooming moonflowers as I walk through the northern courtyard, fingertips brushing against the ancient stone walls. Preparations for the Blood Moon Festival have already turned the palace grounds into a dream of crimson lights and fluttering banners — beautiful, yet unsettling. Everyone is excited. I should be too. But my heartbeat doesn’t align with the celebration. No. It whispers danger. Ever since I returned from ShadowFang borders… something inside me hasn’t been the same. A stir beneath my skin. A pulse of warmth in my chest that doesn’t belong to me — but belongs to someone else.

It's worse than I imagined. A jagged scar cuts across his ribs, but it's not just a scar. The flesh is blackened and twisted, and within it, something glows—a deep, pulsing red light like embers in dying coals. The mark is shaped like a broken moon encircled by thorns, and as I watch, shadows writhe beneath his skin, spreading out from the mark like roots. "This is the Bloodwraith Mark," he says, his voice hollow. "My father tried to break a sacred bond, and Vorrak punished our entire bloodline for it. This curse turns emotion into hunger. The stronger I feel, the more dangerous I become. And with you…" He shakes his head. "Everything I feel is amplified a hundredfold. Your fear feeds me. Yo

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing.

Leah hadn't held back with her slap, and it wasn't long before a bright red handprint bloomed across my cheek. "Hmph, serves you right! That's what you get for pissing off my mom!" Jonathan's first reaction wasn't to express concern over my injury, but to stand beside his mother with a sneer as he kicked me while I was down. How had I never realized what an off-putting mama's boy Jonathan was? In an instant, I felt both aggrieved and angry. Tears slipped down my face before I could stop them, though I wasn't sure if it was from the pain of my stinging cheek or my broken heart.

He ran his fingers along my belly as we anticipated the new life in our lives. My eyes drifted to the Alpha King ring on my left hand. I believed that my second chance at life was only just beginning.

Tala closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she felt the eastern wards of the glen groan against the sudden, unnatural pressure. "He called them," Tala whispered, her voice stripping away all warmth, hardening into matching shards of ice. "The billionaire brat couldn't win with his human toys, so he’s throwing a tantrum with the dark realms." Soren’s jaw tightened, his posture shifting instantly back into the lethal, unyielding Forest Guard leader. He looked out across the misty valleys toward the coast. "The blood-born. Malakai is pulling in the feral lineages, the mercenaries of the night who don't care for treaties or sovereign law."

A life without my brothers in it was a fucking nightmare. I rushed back to the Main mansion and saw my step mother smiling at the phone, I bet she was making a call but I didn't care at the moment. Reaching the last stage of the shift during the blood moon means death, the last time it happened to me…my father has to do something he never meant to do, killing a new born baby so I could feed on it's blood to survive. I almost gagged at myself when I heard it but fuck this curse, I'll do anything.