Strike The Blood English Dub Novels & Stories

Silas had given them the authority to strike decisively, and Nixon's team, armed with knowledge and cunning, infiltrated vampire hideouts like phantoms in the night. The first strike unfolded in silence, a ballet of precision as the squads breached the perimeters. Silas's fighters engaged with the vampires, their moves a choreography of supernatural prowess, claws, and fangs meeting with lethal precision. Nixon's team, adept at exploiting the supernatural vulnerabilities of their enemies, incapacitated the bloodsuckers with swift and surgical efficiency.

I heard her shouted and rage and the lightning hit the ground where Blade is, gladly, Blade was able to dodge it before the lightning can even hit her. No Blade... I know it, vampires are way more powerful than werewolves, they're just faster and stronger than them. I ran towards them, not minding if someone will attack me, I am dead serious about being part of this battle and I can fight on my own. I won't let anyone just stop what I want. "Oh fuck!' I shouted when someone fell on the ground right in front of me, he was bathing with his own blood and became ashes later on. I still kept on running until I reached Blade's place, I can see how blood dropped from his arms but he doesn't seem to

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

I turned to Shantelle who had no reaction and was just looking at me while smiling. I turned to see a remaining vampire. Looked at me with fear. The wind got stronger causing my hair to fly which made his eyes widen even more. "A Peratia," he said. He screamed when Shantelle shot him in the leg and Adrian finished the man while I was frowning because I couldn't understand what Dervy said. Shantelle came to me. "Oh my gosh! You managed to kill a Dervg! Congratulations!” Shantelle greeted me happily.

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

I wanted her head, the head of the woman who took my mother, the woman who turned my mate into a sob story. She needed to be taken down, and maybe in my pursuit I got distracted. My father and Ophelia’s screams in union jolts me awake to a vampire behind me attacking me. It is Jordan’s stoker that takes the attack head on, taking all the damage. Dean immediately secures my back as Penelope is attacking me as well. I felt dazed, it seemed Mr. Stoker was taking his last breath, “Focus Avisa!" Dean screamed at me. “Your…... your father. He…”

I answered. He sighed, brushing the part between his brows. "Someone get the girl out of here. Aish _puttana_." (Italian-puttana —Whore) Bang! I gasped, the box dropping to the floor as I stared at the scene before me. It happened so fast, I couldn't find my voice to scream. Blood dripped down the black rug and across the marble tiles, running through the thin lines of the tiles. The man who had spoken laid on the table, a bullet in his head and his eyes wide open.

Ethan turned toward Amber as his eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice dropping as he questioned, "Who are you? What do you want?" Amber, perched casually on a chair with one foot up, was entirely covered, her voice was distorted through a voice modulator. Even if Ethan suspected her later, there would be no evidence. "What do I want? Simple." Amber raised a hand, gestured toward us, and uttered a sentence that shocked everyone. "What did you say?" For the first time, I saw Ethan lose his composure. Unfortunately, it had to be in a situation like that. "I said, you can save one of them, or you can take someone's place. Such a simple statement, yet you need me to repeat it? For a so-called bus

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Blood drips down my temple as he drags me back. Pain explodes in my head as I blink past the dizziness. “You really think you can escape, huh?!” he spits, his voice full of venom. “You never learn, do you?!” He unbuckles his belt and folds it in his hands, his lips curling in a sardonic smirk. My eyes widen. The first strike lands. But I don’t scream.I won’t give him that. I bite down on my lips tightly till I taste blood to prevent any sound from slipping out.