Novel & Cerita Nono Pretty Blood

“I can’t wait to start our new life here, with you and our baby… actually, babies raised in this house. Also I have been thinking, I don’t like the pack name Red Ocean, I think we should call our pack Blood Moon” I looked up at her “Why?” I asked and she smiled “Because it was after that moon that we met and fell in love, yeah we have had our ups and downs but there is no denying that you are the man made for me; the moon goddess never made any mistake when She paired us up in the heavens, it just took me a while to realise just how much I love you. That is why our new pack will be known as Blood Moon.” “It’s perfect, just like it’s Luna”

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

The morning classes went quickly, and as Sapphira and El headed out onto the Common for lunch, the twins, Cressa and Lucas, caught up with them. The twins stood out in the south, with their bright blonde hair, pale gold skin and deep green eyes. They were built for the runway, Cressa exuding quiet elegance while Lucas was straight out of an underwear advert. Both of them were extremely tall. The twins wished her a happy birthday and handed over a small gift. It was a beautiful moleskin diary with an engraved fountain pen, perfect for practising her writing in. El had given her a golden bangle encrusted with tiny gems, a traditional item of jewellery worn by women in the south. She put it on,

He's not; he's good at emulating the emotions needed for such situations. "In cold fvcking blood. When my grandfather finally succumbed to let them have their territories back, they said they would return her. That moment when she saw Nonno was the first time her expression changed. She sprinted in his direction, but the motherfvckers shot her in the back before she could reach him. They didn’t need the territories anymore. The sadistic fvcks only wanted to inflict pain and break Nonno, which eventually happened, you know. After Nonna’s death, Nonno assassinated every last motherfvcker he could find. He even went after them when they scattered all over Europe, which turned him into a crazed

"Dummy! If there’s anyone who’d be the first to know if Sir Noah’s gay, it would be me. I can smell green blood a mile away, no matter how hard someone tries to hide it." "Well, I didn’t really feel it. I just thought it was possible. It’s just… he looks too clean, you know? He’s really into pastel-colored polos. Like right now, he’s wearing a light pink long-sleeved shirt. Yesterday, he was in white pants too."

Ethan turned toward Amber as his eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice dropping as he questioned, "Who are you? What do you want?" Amber, perched casually on a chair with one foot up, was entirely covered, her voice was distorted through a voice modulator. Even if Ethan suspected her later, there would be no evidence. "What do I want? Simple." Amber raised a hand, gestured toward us, and uttered a sentence that shocked everyone. "What did you say?" For the first time, I saw Ethan lose his composure. Unfortunately, it had to be in a situation like that. "I said, you can save one of them, or you can take someone's place. Such a simple statement, yet you need me to repeat it? For a so-called bus

He is still shirtless, with stains of blood on his torso, but his hair is a disaster caused by my hands that were entangled in it, there is no longer any blood in his lips just a reddish stain, and his lips are red and swollen. Noah turns to look at me, and my state on the table, it should be something similar to Raymond's, because Noah adds two plus two and raises one of his eyebrows while his eyes look at me playfully. You have had a party with Raymond and you didn't invite me today either you hurt me, doll. Don't pay attention to him, Noah never comes down here, Raymond refutes. Because it's disgusting to get involved when I hear how the corpse bleeds. It's disgusting that you...

“There. Gone.” I stared at him, breathless. “How can you just… take someone’s blood like that?” He smirked, unbothered, a playful glint returning to his gaze. “It’s not someone’s blood. It’s Noah’s blood. So I can do whatever I want with it. Any problem?”

The next day, my body felt weightless. The stomach pain that had been driving me insane was gone. I looked down and saw a body lying on the floor with a purple and blue face, as well as white foam and dark red blood crusted at the corners of the mouth. That was me. That was Layla Lloyd, as dead as a doornail. I floated in midair, staring at my own stiff corpse. It looked almost like a stranger. Now, the girl who had always kept her head down would never have to bow to anybody again.

Rona yelled frustratedly. "But this vessel helped me by willingly surrendering herself. I have to do a favor for her as a thank you. So I have to kill you" The voice sounded so deep and dark as though the magic blood was the devil itself. Without a moment's hesitation, the magic blood descended upon her, unleashing its relentless fury upon Rona's defenseless figure. Rona's body contorted in anguish, blood streaming from every wound the blood inflicted upon her. The more blood that seeped out from her, the more the magic blood laughed out hysterically. Its laugh was just as dark as its face. The room resonated with Rona's anguished cries, each agonized scream carving deeper wounds into my sou