Strike The Blood Kiriha Novels & Stories

She had stuck him with a knife, almost similar to the one used on his father. Roaring in anger, he lashed out with his paws and hit her, sending her sprawling 10 feet away. The pain from the knife was raging and boiling in his blood. It was like his blood was turning into acid. He turned to Marc, who had a small smirk on his lips at what was happening and snarled. Marc's smile froze as Kincaid bit his neck and broke the bone in half. He dumped the dead alpha on the floor and tried to walk back to the main fight.

"No oh!" I screamed running back to her. "Don't come back, you should run, I am sorry." She said, before she closed her eyes, was about to run when Kira appeared in front of me. "Hey big sister, we meet again, it's been a while, I never thought that we were going to meet again." "Stay away from me." "Why?" She asked, as I moved backward, she too moved closer to me. "Did you not know that your existence had been trouble for me? So I can't stay away from you, I will drink your blood after killing you."

She was about to hold Sierra's foot so she could somehow break it when she heard the door open. ‘I must fight back’, she told herself. But she was already beaten up, almost unconscious that she could not hold on to her foot. Klaud gave Sierra her favorite poisonous spiked club, ready to hit her with a final blow. But then a violent howling along with heavy winds from the thunderstorm broke in throughout the windows that shattered the glasses into pieces. The intense cold wind blew out the candles, turning the lounge to be completely dark. Amara was crying for help until some heavy footsteps were heard, which she knew were familiar.

“My name is Rain.” My heart dropped, and all color drained from my face. “Rain--- Blood?!” I asked in utter disbelief. THIS man was the infamous Rain Blood. The insane rogue that delighted in the gore and pain of pack mate and enemy alike?! He nodded, making a shiver of fear travel down my spine. “What do you want with me?” I asked, my voice suddenly hoarse. The man was notorious for messing with his enemies' heads – before ripping them to shreds, that is. There couldn’t be a single good reason for him to keep me alive.

After she said so, she reached for my arm and smacked my palm against her face. Surprised by this sudden turn of events, I couldn't stop myself from leaving a heavy imprint of a palm on her face. Almost instantaneously, Zephyr pushed me heavily down the stairs, and I rolled all the way to the ground like a ball. My entire body hurt so much that I couldn't even make a sound, and the cameras of the paparazzi were practically smudged in my face. "You're Theresa? The actress, Theresa Carter?" "Goodness, since when did you become so fat?"

She could feel the power of her bloodline surging within her, fueling her attacks. Alex fought by her side, his presence a constant source of strength. Together, they moved through the enemy ranks, their movements synchronized and unstoppable. As the battle raged on, Beauty found herself face to face with Leon. His eyes narrowed as he recognized her. "Beauty," he spat. "I should have killed you when I had the chance." Beauty's eyes blazed with determination. "You underestimated me, Leon. And now, you'll pay the price." Leon lunged at her, his attacks swift and brutal. But Beauty was ready. She dodged and countered, her movements a blur. She could feel the strength of her bloodline pulsing th

The one who had the final say in mates, power, and blood. When we arrived, the sacred grove was quiet. Cold air. Still trees. A deep kind of silence that felt like it could split your soul in half. Sheri stood in the center, cloaked in silver light. Her eyes glowed like two full moons. “Alessio,” she said, nodding once. Her voice was calm but commanding. I gave her a slight bow. “Sheri.” She didn’t waste time. “Are you ready?” I shrugged. “Yes. Let’s get it done with. I have other things to handle.”

“You’re the heir. You’re getting married to Zev. So tell me—what exactly do you think I have taken from you?” Rage boils in my veins. I lunge at her, slicing her hand, then her stomach. My blade dances with the fury inside me. I don’t stop. I can’t. Kira stumbles. And then she smiles. That smile terrifies me. She drops to her knees, bleeding from her stomach, hand trembling as she reaches for nothing. “Got you,” she whispers. Then she falls. Her body convulses. “Kira?” I drop my blade and run to her side. “Kira! Quit playing—what’s happening to you?”

I approached him slowly and squatted to his full height, then slashed his ear swiftly, letting the blade pierce his skin. Strike one for touching Kira. He screamed out in pain and his blood decorated the knife and splattered on my face and my white shirt. I brought out a napkin from my pocket and wiped the sinner’s liquid from me. “You didn’t have to scream so loudly,” I tsked. “One would think I was violating you.” I let the bloodied knife slash the right side of his pale face till I was certain it would leave a scar, making him scream even louder. “Would you keep it down?” I chastised. “Do you really want the whole shop to hear you?”

Seeing Kiri catch his eye, he tilted his own slightly and received a slight shake that told him not to say anything. “Next stage is to drain a small amount of each other’s life force into their own vial and hand it to their bond mate,” Kiri said, nodding to Horken who quickly grabbed Teema from behind, meanwhile Kiri quickly flicked her fingernail over a vein in her wrist, moving the vial up to catch the blood flowing out and once she had a small amount, her fingertip glowed orange and she cauterised the cut, stemming the flow instantly.