Strike The Blood Avrora Novels & Stories

For each one they cut down, another two appeared. Ava felt her connection to the ley lines start to crackle with distortion. "They're feeding on it! My magic—it's unraveling!" she cried. "Use your blood!" Lysandra shouted. "The purest part of you—your origin!" Heart pounding, Ava sliced her palm and pressed it into the earth. A brilliant white light burst from her blood, forcing the wraiths back momentarily. The ground trembled, and for a brief moment, she heard her mother's voice whisper:

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX THE FIRST STRIKE!! “The first shot is never about death. It’s about domination.” The night air was thick with silence—not the kind born of peace, but the sort that hangs just before a storm, pressing against the chest like a breath held too long. The Moretti soldiers moved through the alleyways with mechanical precision, shadows among shadows, faces calm, fingers resting loosely near triggers. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Every man in the unit knew what this night meant—what this operation would set in motion. It was the first strike, the first cut to bleed out the war that had been boiling beneath the skin of the city for too long.

They wanted her blood. She wasn’t going to give it to them. As she stepped outside, she saw the first soldier land nearby. He froze when he saw her eyes glowing faint gold. “Drop your weapon,” she said quietly. He didn’t. So she raised her hand. The ground beneath him erupted, tossing him backward into the flames. The others shouted, scattering, firing blindly. Ava moved through the chaos like a storm, the serum in her veins guiding her, protecting her. But she wasn’t fighting to kill. She was fighting to end it.

Yet, Sara seemed not to notice as her mind was completely focused on taking out a Vampire before they could surround her. In a few breaths of time, she was at the bottom of the hill with one of the vampires staring at her. As if it recognized some form of danger, it inspired as to prepare a growl to warn the other members of its gang. Before it could though, Sara jumped horizontally and slashed at full strength toward the head of the vampire. Her claws, empowered with her "Aura", cut the vampire horizontally from its head till half its body like it was butter. The vampire was dead on the spot!

Brooms, buckets, and dusty rags littered the space. Without wasting a second, Ava snapped a broom in half, turning it into a rough wooden club. Rita stood there sobbing, completely lost. “Stop crying.” Ava’s voice was steady, almost gentle. “No matter what happens to me, I won’t let them touch you.” Rita only cried harder, wiping her tears with dirty sleeves. Ava pressed the broken stick into her trembling hands. “When I lure one of them in,” Ava instructed, “you hit him over the head as hard as you can.”

The snarl on his lips and hatred in his eyes as he charged me had sealed this night's fate to sit at the top ten worst nights of all time! Pulling myself up, I looked around the now-empty forest in confusion; everyone knew vampires never left their prey! So why had he jumped me and not hurt me, or was I missing something? "Let's not look a gift horse in the mouth Aurora!" Ava barked at me, lending me strength as I forced myself onto my feet, my legs wobbling under the strain of my achy body. Gasping, I looked around me; the ground was painted in vibrant flashes of red and white. If it weren't for the metallic smell of blood assaulting my nostrils, I would say there had been a paint party in

She produced a small, ceremonial knife from her robes and raised it to my palm. "What are you doing?" Derek asked, my voice laced with a mix of fear and worry. Shirer's eyes met his. "I need your blood to anchor Ava's spirit. To bring her back from the brink." With a swift, precise motion, Shirer cut a small gash in my palm. I winced, but didn't pull away. Shirer raised the knife to her lips, and I felt a jolt of surprise as she licked the blade clean. Shirer began to chant in the old religion, her voice rising and falling in a hypnotic cadence:

Radar went off that instant. I signalled to Matteo. "Go ahead and empty the casket." One of Rodriguez's men darted his eyes to Rodriguez — this was it. My hands shot to my holster. Rodriguez was slower. Two bullets burst out of my gun, one hitting Rodriguez in the arm, and the other dropping the Bratva man by his side. Matteo and Cesare opened fire, dropping two more men. Romero and Luca held the last man at gunpoint. I walked over to Rodriguez, who was bleeding out on the floor, and pointed my gun at his skull.

Ava had tried to explain why the silver bloods should have been the first line of action, the casualties would be reduced, but now… I shook my head in anger, my breathing increased with all the energy that had been dispelled in fighting and more to go as they never stopped coming. “We need to retreat,” Ava suggested as she must have also noticed our dwindling number, “There's no way we can beat them all on our own,” she said in between gasps. Her silver locks had been coated with a red taint of her enemies, her eyes glowed a deep blue color that reflected the moonlight in them.

, she stopped as soon as she got to remember about Harry's words, she got her hand away from him, she was so hurt and tears started to roll down her eyes just like a river, she was crying like there is no tomorrow but she didn't let out any voice, she was above to fall again but someone grabbed her again, she was above to push her down because of all those words are ringing on her head, but that person didnt let her go, when she looked at that person, she was shocked, because that was none other than Arria, Arria didnt have any pity on her face, but she didnt look angry too, she started to observe Ava, and when she saw blood and white liquid on her thighs, she was so shocked and she got to k