Nono Pretty Blood Novels & Stories

"I think they staged this attack and wanted Margret to take the fall for it because she is a moon, and she has a record. Tim told Desiree that some Bloods have been plotting because they are not satisfied with the way things are," "Who won't be satisfied with the way things are?" Kyle linked me back, " The air is the cleanest, our crops are growing, our people are happy, we have strong magic and deadly a moon army. I mean, our chances of surviving have gone up all of a sudden and now this, the first conception by a blood in over ten years. I mean, are they sick or something? I doubt it is the bloods, Adam. I think we should check the visitors because all was well before they came," Kyle said

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

We have a no refund policy so once you buy’em, you can’t bring ‘em back. How lovely. “First, on the list, we have our very special breed, Kira Song.’’ I walked to the stage with a forced smile on my face and stood next to Austen whose lingering stare made me uncomfortable. “Kira is a five-foot-two, redhead with a blood type of Negative O.” Whispers and murmurs erupted from the guests. The Purebloods elongated their fangs as they looked at me with lust? Admiration? Negative O-type blood was very rare. It was the only reason why I wasn’t killed alongside my family when vampires invaded our tent that night.

"Who gave you the right come to us? You're not one of the popular kids? Hello? Gain some respect." I rolled my eyes in the most obvious way so she knew I was doing it. "I don't consider any of you popular, so please don't flatter yourself. Popular means we'll dressed and talented. And with that Halloween costume-" Nona frowns deeply, gods she's an ugly frowner. Yikes, mama always said, if you can't look sexy while you're angry then you shouldn't be angry at all. "Excuse me?" "You're excused."

It was loud, filthy, and everything sinful. I didn't know one could cum from just spanking until I met him. Dormani Nostra was everything dark and evil. His signature smile made me want to gut him whenever he was near. Last night had been both a nightmare and a dream- a dark fantasy dream, one that had manifested right in front of me., without my consent, of course. (But I loved every bit of it. Was that possible? Or was I experiencing some syndrome with a man I had just met a few weeks ago?)

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

“Different good, I hope? I’ve been… uh… working on my, you know, vibe.” He leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Your ‘vibe.’” “Yes! You know. More approachable. Less… uh…” I gestured vaguely at my face. “Intimidating?” That earned me a very faint smirk—gone almost as soon as it appeared. “Hmm.” The sound he made was not comforting. Servants moved quietly around the hall, pouring deep red liquid into goblets. One set a glass in front of me, and I froze. Blood.

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

this. We both stare at each other for a moment. Then his head lolls to his side, locks of his hair falling over his face. His lips curve into a rueful smile, and he brings a hand to his face, partially covering it like a child caught with chocolate smeared on his mouth. "Hi, pretty Noelle," he rasps, his voice soft. I swallow hard. "Azren... what—" He lowers his hand slowly, revealing the blood stain smeared across his cheekbone and jaw. His eyes are glassy, his pupils wide.