Priest Youngblood Novels & Stories

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

My hand shook, glowing faintly with leftover silver light. The priest coughed blood, laughing weakly as he slid down the wall. “Yes… yes… the Queen’s blood lives. You cannot hide it.” “Shut up,” I spat, pushing myself unsteadily to my feet. I grabbed my dagger again, my knees threatening to buckle. “Tell Dominic if he wants me, he’ll have to crawl through the ashes.” I drove the dagger into his chest. His eyes went wide, then glassy, his laugh dying in his throat. He slumped sideways, dead.

Finally around 10am his phone started ringing. “Hello! What did he say?” Aiden practically yelled at his father through the phone. “Well good morning to you to son, I slept great thank you for asking.” Arthur responded sarcastically, “the doc said he has to have some werewolf blood but she might be a Half Blood. It’s very rare since most werewolves stick to their own kind, but there have been a few one night stands or even short relationships between humans and werewolves. Once in a while a half blood will be the product of that. We think your mate must have grown up as a human. Her mom may not have even known that she had slept with a werewolf let alone gave birth to one.”

If anything, he got louder. "Officers, perfect timing! You tell me who's right! My brother makes six figures a year, and our dad is dying in the hospital, but he won't pay a single cent! What kind of person does that?" One of the officers turned to me. "Are you his brother?" I nodded and stepped outside. "I am. However, I have no obligation to pay." The moment I said that, Brian pointed at me and started yelling. "Did you hear that? Everyone, listen! This is a top university graduate! Cold-blooded!"

She dragged along alongside her a chubby boy of about six years of age. Dale turned to see who the newest priest was, what he was like. He looked so young and handsome, young enough that one would think he was the son of the late priest. His hair still intact without gray, he wore a pair of glasses which were obviously not prescribed and as others she had met, graceful in his ways. Dale had a good feeling he was one of the good guys.

There were five of them, and one of them was a martial arts master in the late stage of Blood Realm. They were already struggling to deal with the golden light exuded by Felix's attacks, let alone getting close to Felix. They had no idea what technique it was, but the power was terrifying. They could feel their bodies aching from the shock. At this rate, they wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Upon realizing that, Luca yelled, "Mr. Youngblood!" The martial arts master in the late stage of Blood Realm was Oliver Youngblood. When he heard Luca, he shouted, "As expected from Dr. Hoffman's apprentice, but it's time to end this once and for all."

It took Hoyt a moment, but when he finally realized who the youth was, he found himself muttering, “…You… You’re Gerald from the Crawford family, no?” “Bingo!” replied Gerald with a subtle smile. “M-master Crawford…! I’ve already led you here! You… You promised you’d spare my life once I did that, right…?” stuttered the priest fearfully. The second his sentence ended, however, Gerald simply flicked the back of his palm against the priest’s skull… and just like that, the priest’s head exploded! As if that wasn’t already enough, the priest’s entire body then quickly dissipated into a bloody mist!

The King smiled horribly, "Long time no see." Slash! Those words ended the Priest's life. Fresh red blood immediately spurted out of the body which was now separated from his head. The priest's body then floundered violently until it finally fell silent. The white snow was finally stained with the red of human blood. Dominic then saw the cave in front of him. He knew Kevin and the woman were inside, but he just kept quiet, not wanting to go in at all. "Benedict must have sent someone there. Otherwise, there's no way this human would have run out in such a hurry," said the King.

The priest put up a hand to defend himself, and felt agonizing pain as the knife sank through his palm and came out the other side. “Ahh! Help! I’ve got a mad girl in my…!” the priest screamed, falling over backwards with Annabel on top of him. They crashed to the cool marble floor of the office, and his blood began to spread over it. It seemed to be coming from everywhere, this crimson source of life.

My sister and I slept for a thousand years. Tonight, we would Awaken. We would become true High-Bloods. Our Sire, Countess Lylandra, brought us two men. We had to choose a Blood Thrall. A cold, celibate priest. A young, harmless noble prince. In my past life, Lilith grabbed the prince by the neck and vanished into the shadows. She left me with the cold-hearted priest. The prince's blood was sweet, his soul pure.