Strike The Blood Natsuki Novels & Stories

“Now Solterra has no ruler and completely ruined. I will die happily.” “You, bastard!” I yelled and my hands shook. Without further ado, I sauntered towards him and gave him alluvion of fiery attacks. He welcomed me with an arrogant smirk. He blocked and defended himself but this time I’m faster and more powerful than him. He was thrown away when he was hit. But I got more pissed when he still managed to laugh even when he was already coughing blood. “I think I underestimated you. I didn’t know you are actually more powerful than I expected. You are really something.”

I blinked at her, “yes, but that doesn’t mean…” She fell back on the bed, kicking her feet in the air and cackling, “claiming, means not only by saying it, but also physically,” she sat up looking me in the eyes, “you’ve been crying for days now, what do you believe will happen the second he touches you, the second your lips touch and his hands slide to your back and he holds you tightly to him.” She giggles, “see told you, you’re the Blood Moon Luna, it only seems right that your cherry is popped on that night.”

Alice mumbled, nails tingling, shoving the note away. Mira’s eyes softened, but her voice was coaxing. “You’re spiraling, Alice. The gym will be loud, lights flashing, music pumping. It’ll drown out the chaos.” Her hand brushed Alice’s desk, leaving another folded note. “Read this later. It’s why you need to be there.” The note read: The rally’s your safe place. Stay with me. But the crescent moon symbol matched the first note, and Alice’s scar pulsed, her senses catching fur and blood beneath Mira’s scent. Mira wasn’t just a friend—she was a hybrid, a cult creation, steering Alice to the rally for Samuel’s plan.

I gasped, clawing at the guards’ arms, but they held me steady. Then I felt it, wetness on my arm. I looked down. Blood poured from the injection site, thick and fast, running down my skin in crimson rivers. It spattered on the marble, bright against the black stone. My knees buckled. The guards tightened their grip, but my body sagged, weak and trembling. My vision tunneled. Somewhere far above me, Damien’s voice spoke, steady and merciless. “It is sealed.” The world tilted. My last sight before darkness claimed me was crimson drops spreading across the marble like blooming roses.

A wince from the little girl’s mouth let her know that she might have cut too deep but there was no longer time to dwell on that. She clasped her bleeding palm against her child’s own the blood mixing like a light coat of honey but rather a crimson color. “Of my desire I give you my soul. Of my will I give you my blood. Of my choice I give you my life, take this part of me and be whole. May the gods approve of this trade” She held it there for a few minutes, having what might be the last feel of her daughter and then she went towards the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room. She was washing down her hands and the sharp tool that had just seared layers of her skin.

“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.

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

But is this how she is going to repay me? "Why? Why did you do this to me?" I cried silently and bitterly as I watched both of them kiss each other in my presence. "Bring the silver dagger, Natasha. Her blood need to occupy this pot before the ritual would be completed," I stared at Natasha, who brought out a dagger from her pocket and walked toward me. I whined in pain as she slashed my wrist and my blood dropped into the bowl she placed under my wrist. "Damon,"I yelled out in pain as she slashed my wrist, this time the dagger went deeper into my arm.

While turning a human was done from biting on the wrist of the human. If the moon goddess approves of the mating mark, syncing can be done successfully. And if she doesn't approve of it, it would be just as a random wolf's bite. I drew my claws out, slitting my wrist open. I fed her my blood. The blood of an Original. The most sacred blood. I wasn't surprised when we actually synced, if anything at all, I was scared. Scared to be gifted a mate at this point of my life where the only thing I seeked for was revenge.

“You are a traitor. That’s what you are and will always be. You betrayed your blood, your people. Why would I ever lift a finger to aid you?” Natalie’s smile widened, a dark, sinister curve. “Because the game isn’t over. I haven’t played my part yet. That’s why you must help me.” She dug her hands into her pocket, bringing out a small vial. “With the remnant of the pure crimson blood and a bit of your manipulations, I shall end that who destroyed my life.” “You can’t kill her. You saw what she did to your husband.”