Strike The Blood Avrora Novels & Stories

“Poor, Argus. Your stupid father made a wrong move, half-blood. He should've stayed at home instead of banging a low-life human out there. If only he used his head at least once, you shouldn't be suffering right now! You should've not been born anyway!” “Don't you ever insult my father—” Amara repeatedly groaned when she felt another kick on her spine. She coughed once again and tasted her blood coming out of her mouth. Another foot stepped on her face that made her vision more blurry. "And don't you ever talk back!" Sierra shouted at her as she stepped onto her face firmly, making her feel a lot more pain in her head. They continued to beat her up with no mercy. She breathed heavily and tri

And my smile widened at that. Yes. That was it. That was the shape she was always meant to take. A Corrupter lunged at her from behind— one of my stronger ones, plated with bone growths and swollen with borrowed strength. Ava didn’t turn in time. I felt a flicker of irritation. Then she dropped. Not away—down. She slid beneath his swing, came up inside his reach, and drove her claws up through his abdomen. He screamed once before her jaws closed around his throat. Blood sprayed across the stones as she tore free and flung his body aside.

My popularity and reputation skyrocketed, too. Half a year later, a car barreled in our direction as Verona and I were returning from a banquet. Our driver was skilled enough to dodge it in time, but the car crashed straight into a streetlight and burst into flames. They managed to drag the driver out of the car, and who else could it have been other than Samantha? Her legs were crippled from her knees downward, and her face was scorched black with flame. The pain had kicked in after her adrenaline faded, and she was in so much pain that she was writhing.

It makes up just about half. “If you want to waste time negotiating with me--” “I'll sign over Z-House as soon as Ava get Scar the blood,” I step away, hinting at him with a nod, “...as much blood as she needs.” “No need to bother Ava,” Jack Fox Fuller gives me a greasy grin, “I have got a bank of Scarlett’s blood.” I grab his collar, almost landing my fist on his fucking face, but at this moment the door opens, and Ava comes out. Her face is pale at the loss of blood. From the cut on her wrist probably. Her eyes nail on me with tears glimmering in them.

She wasn't fighting the room; she was rewiring it. Ava grabbed a loose, heavy metal rod from the wreckage of the shelving unit. It was cold, rusted, and lacked the balance of a proper weapon, but it felt right in her hand. She swung it in a low, vicious arc, catching an attacker across the knees and sending him down with a splintering sound. She wasn't trying to kill them. She was stripping away their mobility. Creating a buffer of space. Buying seconds with every strike. “Now!” she screamed.

She waves her hand again, and the scene shifts—this time to a quiet beach at sunset, waves lapping at our feet. "Try me." "I would like to." Her voice turns almost sympathetic. "But we don't have time. Anton will notice soon and wake you up." "Notice what?" "I need your blood." The words hang in the salt air between us. "And you need me to break Anton's curse. Give me what I want, and I'll give you what you want. I'll break Anton's curse once you give me your blood. I w—" Ava's body flickers.

Blood gushed out from his head and at the same time he healed quickly. "Pure fucking blooded vampire" Aurora murmured. Creating an illusion spell she made Francis drop the sword as he was seeing a thousand images of her in Emma's body. Gripping the sword she cut his head off and laughed wickedly. "It's your turn now little one," Aurora said as she walked towards Ava. "This is it," Ava said to herself, closing her eyes to await death. She opened her eyes instantly when she heard a loud cry,it was her brother's voice but she knew that the witch had taken possession of his body.Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames.

Bryan raised his hand and a trident appeared in his hand, a trident surrounded by fire. Bryan then jumped at the ground and the tapped his trident against the ground, which created a huge impact the ground shook the black circle was gone and Ava stumbled back. Aaron finally stopped yelling and Ava’s eyes widened, “a… pure blood?” He said and then looked at Bryan who was rushing to her at full speed. Ready to cut off her head but before he can the leader brought another man before her and pulled her back, Bryan cut off that person’s head. And not just that Bryan cut off every head who was there he went after the leader who glared at him as well.

Another strike. This time— Faster. Cleaner. The blade slid across Draven’s throat. Ava screamed. Fire erupted from her hands. Wild. Violent. Uncontrolled. The flames burst outward, forcing the Council back. Cassian moved instantly, grabbing her wrist. “Ava!” But she couldn’t stop. Not yet. Not with the image burned into her mind. Draven— Falling. His body hitting the ground with a dull, final sound. The forest went silent.

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: