Season 2 Of Blood Lad นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My legs feel heavy, as if the black earth wants to claim them, pull me down into the same memory it holds of all the others. A wind comes up, shifting ash in slow, eddying spirals. I tighten my cloak around my shoulders and step forward, ignoring the rasp of armor at my joints. I’m not dressed for mourning, but for intimidation: a breastplate chased with gold, the sigil of my House stark on the tabard. Still, there is no one left here to fear me.

Leonardo sat near the fireplace, glass in hand, the dim light casting sharp shadows along his jaw. I stood near the window, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. Something about the silence felt unnerving—it wasn’t peace, it was anticipation. “You’re restless,” Leonardo observed, sipping his drink. I turned slightly, arms crossed. “I don’t like waiting for a war. I prefer delivering it.” His smirk was faint, but there. “I thought marriage would teach you patience.” I arched a brow. “You should have known better.” He chuckled, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Then tell me, Xena—how do we force their hand?”

Liosha’s POV The fire is dying. Jon’s breathing is shallow but steady. My father leans against the wall, arms crossed, lost in thought. And Sebastian? He hasn’t moved from the door all night. I haven’t slept. Not really. I just sit and listen to the wind, to the silence, to my own heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. The masked thing’s voice won’t leave me alone. “Give me the bloodline’s Luna.” “You wear your mother’s blood like a shield.”

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

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.”

He chuckled. "No, The Blue Moon is going to be the Blood Moon’s sub pack, led by its own Alpha… Alpha Damon Nicholson, my brother." Liam said quietly, my eyes snapped up to his. His words resonated in my head and I was shocked to see the glitter of emotions in his eyes. My heart raced as I stared at him. There was no guilt in his eyes, simply sadness and sincerity.

Alpha Wade is the current leader of Blood Moon Pack. His firstborn was Jared and he has a younger son named James. His children have contrasting personalities. They both lack certain qualities to be an ideal alpha, qualities which the other possesses. If only they could lead the pack together, but no.

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."

“Do you not understand me? Your comprehension is so terrible. I think it’s unlikely that you will activate your bloodline. Fine! You may see it for yourself!” A screen suddenly lit up from one side of the Martello Celio. This was just like movie footage, not to mention it was extremely clear. The scene of Jade protecting Alex under her body before the astral wind knocked her out was playing. Then, she saw Alex sever his artery and pour his blood on her body. The footage was fast-forwarded... He shed more and more blood... The old hammer chimed in, “It’s really strange. This brat’s blood is actually more than the volume of his entire body. Normal people would have long died...”