Strike The Blood Avrora Novels & Stories

The tip of the blade pierces the raven-haired girl's chest, causing her to stop her attack. “You little bitch….” She muttered out before her pale skin began to crack before she turned to dust. “Get to the tomb; we got this!” Adric called out, throwing the bag of blood to Astra. “Get going; we will hold’em off.” Devon agreed with Adric as he kicked his attacker.

"It was only a matter of time before your two souls found one another again. I'm just surprised it took as long as it did." "You're wrong," Layla said desperately. "Atreus doesn't love me. I'm nothing but a meal to him. He's proven that much." "I'm afraid it's even more complicated than that," Niniane muttered, refilling their glasses. Layla picked it up and took a long drink, not ready to hear anymore. "As I said, Ravana is a ruthless b*stard. There's no way he would let Atreus wake from his sleep and live happily ever after." Niniane took a deep breath. "You know about the blood curse cast on Atreus, correct?"

She spoke loud enough for everyone to hear then she looked at me again. “I require your blood.” She wasn’t asking. My hand was grabbed quickly, turned palm up, where a cut appeared. One of the vampires moved so quickly I hadn’t even seen it. I didn’t know which one it was until Acelin grabbed him by the neck and slung him off to the side.

I narrow my eyes against the rain in time to see Aviva going absolutely ballistic on the rogue, slicing its head clean off its neck with one of her long blades. Blood sprays. I find it hard to breathe as Aviva picks up the rogue's head and stares into its dead eyes before chucking the head so hard it flies straight out of the hole and smashes against the one rogue still standing, who yelps and scurries away. Holy shit. Aviva, coated in blood, turns to me with a vicious look in her eyes. She scans the stone wall behind me, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. “Where are we, Misty?”

I look down at Aurora one last time; no matter what happens, I have to get her out of here. I extend my arms out in a friendly gesture, “well, by all means, take your best shot.” Three vampires rush me, two of them grab a hold of my arms pulling them behind my back, while the other punches me across the face. I spit out a mouthful of blood and laugh, “that was pathetic.”

“It makes you stronger, but it’s also your greatest weakness. I only have to kill one of you.” Without warning, a lightning bolt shot from the sky and hit between him and Ava. It didn’t hit him directly, but the force of it sent him flying back, knocking into Nyx as they smashed into the asphalt and scraped along the length of it. He could scent his blood and Ava’s. And the smell of their burning fur.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 "𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑..... 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛..... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘..." Katherine That organ in my body that pumps blood and keeps my whole blood warm somersaulted and I took a step back. Alexander Tyrone leaned on the door in all his glory.

I barely had time to scream. But Aster reacted in a blink. His boot met the blade midair, deflecting it with a brutal kick—sending it straight into the rogue’s forehead. The man dropped, his skull cracking on a jagged stone. Blood gushed out like a dam had broken. It hit me then. The smell. The sight. The horror. Just like Crescent Moon, two years ago. My breath caught in my throat. My hands trembled. Aster must have noticed. He caught me in his arms, his grip steady and warm.

’ ‘ Jacob's enemies are not your enemies, Ava,’ Ava hit her head with her palm, trying to chase the voices in her head away but they increased with each passing second. She reached for the pin in her hair and stared blankly at it. Without thinking, she plunged it into her head. A loud gasp left her mouth and slowly she fell to the bathroom floor, her eyes staring blankly at the wall as blood spilled out, staining the floor and the wall where her head rested.

He’d been so gentle and loving towards me at the hospital, that I’d almost forgotten who he was. But he was Rain Blood! Rogue alpha of the most dangerous and notorious pack of rogues that had ever been – Gods of War! He didn’t show mercy. He didn’t even show emotions. He didn’t even have a heart… So if this was the punishment he saw fit for someone disobeying him, who were I to oppose him? Hell, some might call it karma. He did this because they’d hurt me first. Tortured me and humiliated me. Some might even say he did it for me and I should feel flattered…