Season 2 Blood Lad Novels & Stories

Chapter 22 Kaden’s POV The moment I stepped into the Blood Moon Pack, I knew deep down that I was walking into a battlefield. My battlefield. Not one of blood and swords, but of power, politics, and... unfinished business. My name was filled in the mouth of the whole pack as if a ghost had returned. Kaden Blackwood. The lost heir. The forgotten twin. I had expected it, but what I hadn’t expected was him. Tobias Blackwood.

Into his trust. “Do we have an understanding, Lia?” he asked, emphasizing the false name. “Yes,” she forced out, the word tasting like surrender. “Start tomorrow. Be here at eight.” He turned his back, a dismissal. As she reached the door, his voice stopped her again. “And Lia? Clean your knuckles. The blood under your fingernails is too careful. Too clean. Real blood stays for days.”

Caiden. He’s exiled. Guarded. Disgraced. But he’s here with a rifle raised at the basket. “Step back,” he tells Love. “That thing is not pack.” Draven snarls. “You don’t give orders here.” “I give warnings,” Caiden says. His eyes are pure wolf. “First Blood kills mothers. My mother died birthing me because of that.” He jerks the rifle at Clay. “It’s a bomb.” Clay blinks. The gold light pulses once. Twice.

Beside the bed was a hospital drip stand with blood bags hung from the hooks at the top of the pole then connected by a tube into the lady's veins. As a doctor, Lloyd knew his daughter wouldn't survive with an ordinary blood extract from the hospital but an unnatural blood could save her. Truly, his daughter died as he explained clearly to Clancy few days ago but the amazing part of it that gave him a light of hope was how she was revived by Clancy's blood. That is the unnaturality that happened to him. So he had been extracting his entire life waste bloods from Clancy, blood clots and other unnecessary blood from him in the name of medical treatment or checks and using it to revive his daug

The moment the pressure lifted, I pushed up, breathing sharp as I turned into the chaos. Volkava’s voice rang through the ruins, sharp and unhinged. He sounded broken beyond repair. “The Blood Moon is already risen,” he said, eyes gleaming with madness. “And as it does, his blood—” he pointed at Lior “—will give me everything.” My heart slammed against my ribs, “No—”

“Me neither, Brian. Me neither.” We let the babies splash in water happily until Adrian decides he wants to bite his grandma. His hunger is slowly settling, but I think it’s mostly due to him drinking Thea’s blood instead of Hunter’s. It’s probably because she’s a pure Undead and her blood is more substantial for him. “Guess it’s time to give him her hand.” I laugh when Adrian shrieks angrily, biting onto Leo’s forearm. “Guess it is.” Leo chuckles, pulling Stephanie into his arms. I take Adrian into mine, walking out of the water, heading straight to sleeping Thea.

Every shadow in his eyes. And then she turned back to the heart. The cavern trembled. The veins of silver light flickered. The heart cracked wider. The moon above turned fully crimson. The Bloodmoon had reached its peak. The forest screamed in pain. The bond unraveled. Lyla raised her left hand. The crescent-shaped scar blazed white. Her claws ignited with silver fire. The forest whispered. "The guardian bleeds. The heart endures." She didn’t hesitate. She plunged her claws into her chest.

The night air pulsed with violence. Mira spun, her breath sharp, her wolf crouched just beneath her skin. Grey was beside her, his half-shifted form gleaming under the red moonlight, muscles tense. Ash and Liam stood back-to-back, protecting Echo and Seventeen as Ghost Howlers circled like sharks scenting blood. And ahead of them, L-22 stood looking flawless, poised, her silver eyes glowing. "This is your end, Mira," L-22 whispered, as if speaking to an old friend. "You were never meant to carry the blood of the Red Moon. But I was perfected for it."

“We have time. Don’t worry, just be patient” “What are you planning Lilian?” Ian asked frowning in confusion. “The Mafia Bloodlust games are coming back again, this will be the last chapter"

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.