Strike The Blood Avrora Novels & Stories

I wore it and blood kept gushing from my arm, atlas shifted back to human and wore shorts Maria had brought. «Call for a doctor, now» Atlas shouted, «what the hell is going on, how did a rogue get in here?» said the annoying alpha, «you have brought this on us, if you did not come, nothing of this would have happened» In a flash, atlas had him pinned to the wall «One more word, and I will gut you in a heartbeat» Said Atlas, in an ominous low voice. Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms.

" I'd like to see you try." " No, you won't!" He walked towards my father and with a single hand grabbed his neck and lifted him off the ground. My father strumbled as he struggled to stand but then he put the blade on his neck and slit his throat. I watched in tears as my father's blood gushed from his neck, he dropped the blade and sprawled out his hand, apace one of the four men offered him a metal bronze cup which he placed below my father's slain throat and collected his blood in it. I cringed holding onto my two furrowed legs as My eyes shed tears of blood while I watched my father take his last breath as his lifeless body was dropped to the floor, his eyes were wide open staring right

“No, wait—” My hand slides through my hair, finds the bone pin carved from my enemy's femur, and drives it into her neck in one swift motion. She gasps once, then nothing. Her head hits the desk softly. I lick the blood from the pin and tuck it back into my hair. The taste of her blood lingers on my tongue. “I’m sorry, Martha,” I whisper. “Aurora would’ve spared you. But I’m not Aurora.” No gore. No suffering. Just swift. The way she deserved.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.

It was hard for me to find the right time to hurt him because he was moving fast and it got faster when he saw my blood. When I saw the right time, I immediately kicked him in the stomach and then slapped his face causing him to step back. I took the cloth that was in my shoe and then threw it at him. It hit his left arm. I was surprised when he arrived in front of me. Using his two hands, he scratched me hard causing me to fly. Good thing I crossed my arms to protect myself. I groaned as my back hit a tree. I looked at him while struggling with pain. My eyes widened when he raised one of his hands and something... black smoke came out. Wait... what?! Is that... black magic? Is this a dream!

Chapter 24 Aurora's POV I sank onto the bed, as my eyes took notice of the black marbled tiles that had blood and shards of glasses spluttered on it. If he lost so much blood as this, I doubted if Antonio would ever make it alive. Even though I was happy that she'd taken the bull by the horn and tried to end the misery that she had faced since she married him, I wasn't sure that Matteo would take things lightly with her.

"You muttered something from your father. Now I understand it. You have alpha blood, I can see it in your eyes." She looked away. Talking about her family was something that still hurt her, but she nodded. "It's a distant bloodline. I think it goes back to my grandfather from my mother's side." "But it's not recessive," Kincaid muttered. "It's still in you, lurking underneath your Beta genes." She shrugged and said, "Maybe." Kincaid suddenly remembered his encounter with the witch Sofia, and what she had said to him. She had told him that his destiny was entwined with that of the Bloodwolf of this century, and she had warned him not to leave the meeting.

Instead, she watched in horror as Layla slid to the ground, any cries she may have uttered choked by the gurgling of blood flooding her punctured lungs. “NO!” Ava didn’t have time to process what had just happened. Audra, seemingly unphased by her botched assassination attempt, made a move to try again. She aimed her bloody knife at Ava and moved to make another erratic lunge. There was no way to know how Mia managed to rise to the surface, especially after years of forced suppression, but she did. Rage and pure self-preservation flooded Ava’s senses, sharpening them as her eye’s changed first, followed by her teeth and claws. She wasn’t fully formed – she hadn’t even made it to her half-for

he said, gesturing to Maverick, who was still leaning on the car, and Aurora shrugged. “Well, you guys don’t make it hard to be cocky,” Aurora said, using a speed spell, and before any of the witches could counter her, she was in front of the vampire who had been able to land blows on her. She knocked him down and out. “What a pain in the ass!” she exclaimed.