Strike The Blood Avrora Novels & Stories

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.

“You hit Tristan with a vase, and I saw his blood, so I just want you to see your own blood.” I couldn't help but laugh; I gathered spit inside my mouth and spat it on her face, “How dare you,” Ava slapped me; the chain on her hand cut my face, and my blood splashed on her dress. “Go ahead and kill me,” I smiled at her, “I will remind you again, don't let me leave, just fucking kill me!!!” I yelled, and Ava began to press my neck; I didn't even struggle; I looked her dead in the eyes and smiled despite the pain. I wanted to work her up nothing more.

His men were about to join our little fight but he told them not to by raising his hands towards them, stopping them from attacking. I kicked him in his balls and gave him a 360° kick in the face for him to fall on the ground while holding his balls. Pain is visible in his eyes making me feel satisfied. I stopped attacking him when I saw him slowly losing his strength and full of bruises and broken bones, yes, a vaewolf has this curse that will weaken every opponent of them. "Now tell me before I beat the shit out of you" I threatened him as he wiped the blood in the side of his lips and chuckled.

Dead hunters lay torn in shreds their sticky blood frozen into macabre streams. "She's not here!" Ava roared, plunging her blade into the nearest wolf. She tugged the blade out from the whimpering shifter and kicked it away. Her eyes searched the bodies, she only saw black and white fur, no red. The wolf at her feet began to try to lift itself up and crawl away. With a growl, she spun and thrust her blade into the back of its neck, rendering it still.

Although I trembled in fear but I did well in hiding it. "Because you do not have the right to call me mate too !" I snapped back in full rage. I couldn't miss the glint of shock and anger that sparked in his eyes. He had never seen me in this light I guess but my mind was already made up for a strike. I will definitely strike back and then he'll come demanding for me insanely on his knees. Right now, I was ready to go to any extents. "I Ava Smith daughter of Red Moon pack and bloodline of a Beta cut ties with the Lycans stone blood pac_______" He slammed his lips on mine, shutting me up from further proclaiming myself out to a rogue.

Elaria I stomp over to Ava’s camp. She and some other women are laughing their asses out like buffalos without restraint. In front of them, I kick their bucket of milk and stab my dagger into their bag of rice, tearing the grains out. “What the hell are you doing, crazy bitch?!” Ava’s friend yells as she storms over to me. My palm connects to her face, twisting it to the side as she falls backwards. “How dare you!” “The dogs are now fighting,” the bloody vampire says from her camp as her teammates begin to laugh.

Coming to a door, I eased it open and my anger flared as a bloody scene filled my eyes. Blood. So much fucking blood gushed from the wound on her neck. Who was she? Why did this asshole hurt her? Why was the word, “MINE” echoing in my psyche? Not waiting to get an answer, I pounced. I took the vampire to the floor, slamming the bastard’s head to the floor. A grunt of pain answered the blow but it didn’t faze the asshole. No. this one was damned strong. He pushed me off him and we circled each other.