Strike Of Blood Characters Novels & Stories

Unworthy. I spat blood onto the stone floor and lifted my chin. “Still standing.” The murmurs in the crowd grew louder. The she-wolf’s grin widened, dark amusement flashing in her eyes. “Not for long.” She surged forward. This time, I met her head-on. I blocked her first strike, but her second slipped through, her fist slamming into my ribs. White-hot pain exploded in my side, but I didn’t retreat. I twisted, using the force of her blow to spin and drive my elbow into her ribs. A satisfying grunt left her lips as she stumbled a step back.

Marcus threw a punch that would've shattered concrete. Charon caught it with one hand. "Not enough." He twisted. Marcus's arm snapped like a twig. Jack roared. The corruption in his veins pulsed, and for a moment, he didn't fight it. He let the entropy power surge through him—chaotic, destructive, but devastatingly powerful. His fist connected with Charon's chest, sending the assassin flying across the helipad. Before Charon could recover, Jack was on him, raining down blows fueled by corrupted Origin Blood.

Charlie like a psychopath smiled on getting hit. Like he was celebrating some sort of victory, even when each punch broke something inside his body. While everyone surrounded them with no one daring to interfere, a figure walked in with shaking legs. Her scared eyes assessing the damage her crush was doing. Blood never was a problem, she herself has drawn it quite often. But when this blood belongs to someone you love. It's not just their blood, it's your heart that breaks along. Each blow on the face she loved so dearly was a punch to her insides.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

Blood splattered everywhere the once clean white wedding decorations are now stained in red. Eris killed every rogue he sees ruthlessly. He does not care of the metallic smell of blood he is completely blinded by anger. A new group or rogues arrived to the battlefield completely overwhelming them of the uneven numbers. But everyone knew they're going to win because Alpha Eris is with them.

“I’ll build my own. Something clean. Something that doesn’t require me to look away from the blood that haunts every dream I’ve ever had.” Victor laughed—dry, bitter, and at its edges: fear. “So it’s all because of her. That woman convinced you that you can escape the line of your own blood.” “This isn’t about Elena.” Dante held his gaze steady. “This is about me finally seeing who you truly are.” “And who is that?” “An executioner who disguises his crimes under the name of family business.” The slap came like a whipcrack. Victor’s open palm split Dante’s lip. The sound rang through the room like something breaking that would never be fixed.

“You believe you lose your blood because you have money?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My parents died, and it is people like you who made my voice shake,” I said. “People who determine that others are irrelevant.” The guards came nearer, and they caught my arms. "Take her," Dino said. Trying to turn my head back to look at him, I was pulled by them towards the door. “It is no use killing me and washing your blood,” I said. Dino hesitated, the first time in a long time. "Wait," he said suddenly.

The girl who’d collapsed in the dark with no wolf, no power, no one coming to save her, had gotten up anyway. Not because she was strong. Because she refused to stay down. That girl said never. Something answered. The dual bloodlines erupted. Not activated. Not awakened. Erupted, like a volcano that had been building pressure for eighteen years finally blowing its crown. Silver and red power exploded from my body in a shockwave that sent Cassian flying backward like he’d been hit by a wall. The Blood Sacrifice’s crimson-black energy shattered on contact, dispersing like smoke in a hurricane. The shockwave hit the circle of standing stones.

Santiago met my gaze like a wolf at my heel. “You know what to do,” I said. He grinned, teeth white as bone. “Don’t wait up.” And just like that, brother to brother, monster to his queen, I stepped back into the storm they thought they’d built for me. But this was my fire. My blood. And now, Victor would learn again, that I don’t bleed alone. I bleed you dry in return. - *Harper* I didn’t flinch when I saw the blood, not because it didn’t terrify me, it really did, but he needed me not to flinch.

The impact of their strikes cracked the very earth beneath them, shockwaves sending both wolves and vampires sprawling. Ethan, battered and bleeding, pushed himself to his knees, his eyes locked on Kimberly. "Finish him!" he shouted, voice raw. Aiden and Nathan dragged themselves forward, shielding Delilah as she stood frozen, her eyes locked on her sister’s blazing figure. Dillon’s power surged, dark tendrils whipping through the air, but the dagger cut through them like light through fog. Kimberly pressed forward, each strike landing closer, her body screaming in agony as the dagger siphoned more of her strength. But still, she pushed on.