Strike The Blood English Dub Novels & Stories

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

I sit up, coughing, tasting blood. The stranger speaks again, this time directly to me. His voice is smooth, but there’s an edge of amusement beneath it. I can’t make out what he’s saying. I shake my head. “I don’t understand.” His eyes narrow slightly. Then, after a pause, he asks, in perfect English, “Can you speak this language?” I nod. “Good,” he says. “That simplifies things.” I don’t respond. The crowd has thinned, but the hunters are still there, watching from the shadows. The vampire must sense it too because his eyes flicker toward them before returning to me.

His thick Russian accent is making it more scary. "So i expect you to obey... Because your fucking mafia prince can't save you from me." My eyes followed the dead body as his own friends dragged it away leaving thick line of blood behind. My stomach twisted in ugly knots before i puked on the shiny marble floor. "чертов беспорядок" (Fucking mess) Was the last words before i lost control on my consciousness. ********* "She shouldn't be your target... She is innocent" I heard faint feminine voice.

Love reborn. We struck our blades onto the anvil—clang—metal singing. “On three,” I said. “One.” “Two.” We struck together, echoing a promise. That’s when the ground trembled. The Blood Moon outside pressed too close. I opened my mouth to say something—when a blast rocked the forge. Fire spat. Sparks rained. Reya’s head whipped up, eyes ablaze. Someone screamed. We drew swords. The Blood Moon cast our shadows long and dark.

I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me. He said, "It looks like she's still being stubborn. In that case, there's no need to hold back anymore—let's make sure she gives in this time!" Jared then ordered the bodyguards to drag me over the sink. He then yanked the power cord off the switch. With a sinister grin, he taunted, "Guess what would happen if I toss this into the water? You'll find out soon enough—bet it'll feel nice." Despite being left with no strength to struggle, I still felt fear flooding my mind. I was terrified of dying here for no reason.

“You believe you lose your blood because you have money?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My parents died, and it is people like you who made my voice shake,” I said. “People who determine that others are irrelevant.” The guards came nearer, and they caught my arms. "Take her," Dino said. Trying to turn my head back to look at him, I was pulled by them towards the door. “It is no use killing me and washing your blood,” I said. Dino hesitated, the first time in a long time. "Wait," he said suddenly.

A strike. For every child left orphaned. Another strike. For every innocent life stolen. Another. And another. And another. Silver energy exploded from my hands. Corey's body was launched through the battlefield. He smashed through three boulders before crashing into the earth. The entire valley shook. Gasps rippled through both armies. Nobody had ever seen Corey overpowered. Until now. He rose slowly. Blood streamed from his mouth. His armor hung in shattered pieces. Yet hatred still burned in his eyes. "You should have stayed dead." His voice trembled. I laughed.