Nono Pretty Blood Novels & Stories

" Titran said, then spat on Kyron's face. The saliva slowly glided down his face. Kyron shut his eyes instinctively, then languidly wiped the saliva off his face. "End him." He said to one of his savage-looking men who had escorted him and then began to walk away. From behind he heard the loud groan that escaped Titran's lips when the sword pierced into his stomach, digging deeper and then coming out from his back. The night breeze blew; the noise from the war ground had died. Galveston had come out triumphant. The castle of Nehoviah is now laid in ruins and rubble. The entire family line has been wiped out in a single day; even the love between Amber and her husband couldn't save them from

Damian's pov As I stepped into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me was a blend of chaos and charm. Nora, my eight-year-old daughter, was standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach into a cabinet while Blue, the woman who had inexplicably turned my night into utter bliss, was packing a lunchbox. It was amusing to see Nora’s disdain for the task juxtaposed with her enthusiasm for watching Blue Bloods. She claimed it was as satisfying as ASMR, whatever that meant. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the scene. Their interaction was a curious mix of playful bickering and warmth, and I found myself unable to look away from fromBlue.

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

I answered her, but my voice did not reach her. After that, they thought Nora was weak. If Nora is weak, Nora will faint every time her blood is drawn! Luciano increasingly forgot Nora because Nora didn't deserve to be his daughter. I want to scream in his ear; I will repeat the elder saying that Nora will get side effects from giving her blood every month to Nicky. I'm confused by Nora's special blood. The doctor said only a hundred people have blood like Nora's, and they can only give their blood once a month. Then why did the elder say Nora would get side effects from giving her blood every month?

Rena chuckled and glared teasingly at Viktor. "You're a Badblood for sure" Niko said, who stood on the shadows a little far away from Viktor, leaning at the cold stone wall, his arms crossed at his chest. His voice was hard and deep, full and low. Very manly. "No ordinary humans bleed gold. You just don't know your ability yet and that golden blood is a clue" Serra stared at him. She seemed lost in his words and swallowed. His curly hair waving in his forehead, covering his eyes. His muscles was hard and firm in the dim light

“You kill well, Moretti. But killing doesn’t keep him. Men like us—we always lose the pretty things.” Alessio fired into the speaker, the bullet cracking the air, blowing it to pieces. Sparks rained down, smoke curling from the ruined metal. “He’s not a pretty thing,” Alessio muttered, his voice shaking with rage. “He’s the only thing.” Upstairs, Noa sat on the bed, knees pulled tight to his chest. The sheet hung around his shoulders like a shield, though it covered nothing. The echo of Alessio’s rough touch still thrummed through his body, confusing, electrifying.

It somehow makes me feel like throwing up. " Blood Moon Pack you're surrounded by NOX's warriors. Hand that girl to us and we'll let you guys go alive," there was an announcement through a sound speaker mic.

My stomach" Noelle screams in severe pain, Tito rushes to her, frightened as well. She coughs another handful of blood. "What have you done to my sister?" Noello yells.

"Indeed." As Nox and Julianne continue down the line of their playful argument, I tune them out. My attention shifts back to the window, where the sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the room. There is something ethereal about how nature is in Shadow Pack. It is one of its beauty. Then Julianne's panicked voice cuts through my thoughts. "You are bleeding." I turn my gaze towards them just as Nox’s hand flies to her mouth, and I see the black liquid trailing from her nose.

"Every time they try to drag me down, I use that friction to spark the Glamour. I’m turning their own obsession into the very veil that hides me from them. It’s poetic, don't you think?" "It’s suicidal," Nomo retorted. He walked over to the small medical fridge in the corner and pulled out a chilled synthetic blood pack, tossing it onto the table between them. "Drink it. It’s high-grade Montague stock. It’s not the 'real' thing, but it will take the edge off." (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)