Star Wars Blood Novels & Stories

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

She starts toward the mess, probably planning to clean it up, and I want to tell her not to bother, want to tell her to just leave and take her stupid concern and her circadian rhythms with her. But then she kneels down next to the broken plate and reaches for one of the larger pieces of ceramic. Her hand slips. The edge of the shard catches her palm, cutting a line across it that immediately starts to bleed. She makes a small sound, barely more than a breath, and pulls her hand back. “Leave it,” I say, my voice coming out rougher. “It’s fine. I just need to—” “I said leave it.” She looks up at me, her hand pressed against her stomach now, trying to hide the cut even though I can already see

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

The abductor watched him silently, then turned and walked back out leaving Lex to his thoughts. The silence after the door slammed shut was worse than the pain he was feeling. He pressed his head back against the cold wall, breathing in shallow gasps as the dagger remained embedded in his shoulder, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he'd miscalculated. The blood had stopped flowing freely but still oozed around the blade, warm and sticky against his skin. Every slight movement sent fresh waves of agony radiating through his arm.

“Thank you” He waved me off, then I got in. The first wave of attack was the filth, the strewn pieces of paper, the rat traps and the empty containers of take away packs. The second wave was the stench, the warm, clogged metallic stench of blood. It seemed to be coming from the seats and emanating from the very being of the man. I scrunched my eyebrows but said nothing. Had he been injured?. I sniffed again; that was too much blood to come out of one person and survive.

“I will officially crown you as my personal advisor…. Lila frowned “I know I know, not what you want but it's a step. A step to glory” he raised his glass and drank from it as he stopped in front of her Then a small mile formed on Lila's lips, like a twisted pride filling her up. She reached for the glass in his grip and held it up, she cocked her head and took a small sip. “To the Blood moon" Kallum held a sardonic smirk. He didn't know what it was but there was something about the upcoming Blood moon that made his wolf stir.

He’d seen his mother with bruises enough times. In his dressing room he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stopped short at his bed. Blood? Why was there blood on his sheets? Faro did a sweep of his room and he walked over to his desk and bent to pick up the papers from the floor. Faro frowned as he looked at the marriage contract that now held Sihana’s signature. The blood drained from his face and his hands started to shake as he put the contract down on the table. What the hell happened last night?

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

“Blaire—” “No,” she whispered. “I’m not a pawn in this war anymore. If it ends in blood, then it ends with both of us standing together.” The red moonlight flooded through the windows, drenching her in crimson glow. And in that moment, I knew — the Blood Moon wasn’t a warning. It was a promise. The storm had begun, and fate would not let either of us walk away untouched.

my brother says, clearly distracted. It’s her blood. The very smell is enough to distract us and render us senseless. I don’t know if I’ve grown used to it or if it’s simply because I’m in such a panic, but it doesn’t affect me as much as it did the first time, and I’m nowhere near as bad as my brother is. “Vesper!” I snap. “Focus.” My brother looks up, his eyes black with the bloodlust. “I am in full control.”