Season 2 Blood Lad Novels & Stories

Rena immediately clinged behind him and sliced off his neck. Surprised, the Badblood cried in pain and dropped his weapon, making a loud clang on the floor. His eyes were wide open as he looked at Rena. Blood was pouring out from his wound. His four hands were on his neck, trying to stop the blood but it still continued to flow out like a river. He took a few steps towards Rena and fell to his knees. He made a choking sound before falling to the floor and bathed his self with his own filthy blood. Serra felt the life force of the Badblood slowly fading like a fire in a burnt candle.

the crazy crowd that loved the sight of blood. Suddenly, Blue Blood hit Neil in the abdomen, and he crashed heavily on the floor. Blue Blood instantly rose to his feet... I saw it again... the fangs, the inhumane golden eyes filled with bloodlust, and the claws that had replaced the nails on his fingers. He was ready to fight back with his ability. Neil was shocked—I could see the shock on his face as he crawled away from Blue Blood, who was staring at him with so much bloodlust. At the same time, Neil rose to his feet with his eyes glued on Blue Blood. I could feel his resignation to fight back as he extended his own claws again.

I need to congratulate them too then check in on my new little brother. It was not until a couple of hours before dawn that I gave up on looking for them. I had been distracted by meeting with a few vampire younglings that Father had insisted I did a few weeks back. Father and Tessa had probably headed back to their bedroom, refusing to insert myself in an awkward situation, I decided to go to the kitchen and have some blood before returning to my room. "Vesper, I thought you had gone back to your place already. You've been quite busy then?" Aldrich greeted me as he gracefully crossed the kitchen and opened the industrial chiller to retrieve two blood bags, putting them in one big mug before

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."

I begin at his chest, massaging the lather into his skin, then slowly work my way down his firm, toned abdomen. “Can I ask you something?” I glance up, finding his intense gaze already on me. Water drips from his hair, dark strands clinging to his forehead. “What does gaining the Elders’ Blood title actually change? Kane, VuK, Walter... they’re still just packs. I don’t see how Gold's was much different.”

He burst into a roaring laughter, pissing the elders to the core. “You…” “How could you be so unreasonable?” An elder shouted at him. Jared lay flat on the floor, staring at the ceiling while he groaned in immense pain; he had lost a lot of blood and was already pale. “You want to get Sara? In your dreams!” He muttered, biting his tongue forcefully, thereby hastening his death. “Father!” Lydia cried, rushing towards the lifeless Jared. She pulled him up, weeping profusely. “I will find Sara on my own, and I believe that she is still alive. Considering the fact that Lydia confessed to her crimes, she won't be killed, but be banished from the blue moon pack.”

But it wasn't just him. Dangling from his grasp was Rhea, her small body sagged helplessly in his clawed hand, with blood trickling down her side just the same way it had spilled from Ashley's stomach. All this couldn't be happening. "No..." My voice cracked, legs trembling beneath me. But this wasn't over yet, as two more lights appeared. One to the left, an one to the right. Niko and Jace, sprawling in their own pools of blood. "This is the price you pay, Jayden," Liam started to say, "and you've done it, brother."

They stood in rolls and colons. "We are on earth. My father's wish was to rule the Earth but it didn't come to pass. As his son and the rightful heir to the throne, I'll make sure I fulfill every of his wish. We must find the lost blood. I know it's hard but, we must. She's the only way we can live normally and come out under the sun. Once it's sundown, go and find the lost blood. Bring her to me alive" "Yes Master!" They chorused.

He had known Cain’s name from the first day he revealed himself. But Layla’s wolf had been silent even though he could sense that she was still there. And she hid so well that Layla still smelt human. The two sides of her didn’t seem to co-exist very well. That was common in half-bloods who ended up running wild when their wolf side took over, but Layla's wolf wasn't like that. Was that the reason his mate could imagine a life without him? He threw the towel onto the hood and took another for himself. Not that it would do any good. He was covered from head to toe in blood.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never