Nono Pretty Blood Novels & Stories

Alexis glanced several times at the others, and found absolutely no one but the two of them there right now. Cameron looked straight at Alexis with a smirk growing on his lips. Cameron's two eyes, which now looked metallic there, instantly made Alexis realize that Cameron's presence there would really threaten the safety of Alexis and other people in the university area right now. Cameron will hunt for human blood. Alexis strongly believed in this, especially considering the time when Adrian, who was thirsty for human blood, would show the same characteristic in the change in the color of their eyes. “Well… I just wanted to see you one more time actually. Is it wrong? I think my brother Adri

It's the way her mood switched quickly that always marveled me “Yes,” I said plainly, I was a bit disappointed in myself, like why shouldn't I have known? I held her new wig up in front of her face. “Don't get me wrong…I like it but…wow!” She held her hand to her mouth. I got her right there. “How do you like it now?” I turned her wig into what looked like the color of my heart. Vantablack. Just like my heart. Just like the thick furs of my wolf, I would love it to be the color of my blood, but unfortunately, it is a dark brick of red liquid.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

Something other. The transformation is horrific and beautiful in equal measure. His body shifts, muscles rippling and expanding beneath his skin. His fingers elongate, nails sharpening into claws. The shadows pour from the mark, wrapping around him like living armor, and his eyes when they open are pure red-silver fire with no trace of humanity. He's magnificent. Terrifying. A nightmare made flesh.

"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.”