Taj Divided By Blood Novels & Stories

“Where is Sabrina Sobol? I know you took her, Yana told us everything.” Timo grinned and his teeth were stained red with his own blood. “She sure was a screamer, that one.” Lev was now glad that he’d left Nikita at the compound to watch Hunter because this motherfucker in front of him would’ve already been dead. Gage walked past Lev with a blowtorch in his hands and lit it up. “Did you know that the penis is basically muscle and cartilage? The soft skin of your balls will actually shrivel as they burn. This flame is so hot that it might take a minute or two for the pain to register, but once it does, Hudson over there is going to need a fucking towel with the way his dick is going to leak pr

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

It went through to her back and her face contorted in pain. “What’s wrong?” The look of worry on James’ face was instant. A warm gush spilled down her legs. They both looked down. It was blood, soaking her sweatpants. Too much blood. “Fuck,” James said, already scooping her into his arms and rushing downstairs. A distant memory of his stepmother going into early labor flashed through his mind. They’d lost them both that day, Jenna and his baby sister. Wrath never really recovered, never dated again, and kept his relationships to hook-ups only.

My entire existence had been bought and paid for with the blood of the people who were supposed to love me, and saved by the man I had spent years wishing death upon. "But the ablation was a temporary patch, Elara," Kovac said, his voice dropping into something even more urgent. "The human brain fights back. The old pathways, the damaged ones, they are starting to bleed through. That is why you have been having those blinding headaches. That is why you have been seeing flashes of things you shouldn't know. The chemical lock is breaking." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, glass vial filled with a clear, amber liquid, setting it gently on the metal table next to the medical ki

“…What? But her blood is the same as Jenna’s, and since her blood clearly doesn’t work…” “Her blood is different. Compared to Jenna’s blood, Xavia’s is stronger and has greater healing effects. I know because of all the times I’ve had to handle blood transfusions for her, and I can safely say that had her blood been on the same level as Jenna’s, then Stefan wouldn’t be alive today. Anyway, you get my point. There’s hope for Young Master Burton yet!”

Shawn nodded, trying not to break eye contact. Jade sighed and looked down at her fingers. “We weren't involved in an accident. We were kidnapped. He was a psychopath. He killed my mother. Gave her cuts all over her body and let her bleed. She died in my arms. Slowly and painfully. I was tortured and... And... R***d. Then I was locked up in that dark place, cold, hungry, and afraid. And every day I prayed for death. But it didn't come. Neither did help.” Jade paused as the words stuck in her throat. The tears were forcing their way down her cheeks as she wiped them off.

Somehow I felt completely full just being with her. Still as I walked to my mini blood bank, something deep within me told me that even the satisfying taste of blood would not get the mysterious Clara Shawn out of my mind.

Fear making him brave in the specific stupid way that fear does. She looks at him for a moment. Then at me. Something passes between us — not a question, not a request. Just information. Your turn for a moment. I push off the worktable. I cross to Caruso slowly, the way I cross to everything I've decided to deal with, and I take his right hand — zip-tied to the chair arm, fingers splayed — and I look at it the way I look at structural problems. Practically. Dispassionately.

Blue lightning danced across her collarbone, tracing the veins in her arms as she poured every ounce of her immortal soul into holding the ceiling of the world from collapsing. But as powerful as she was, Tala knew the elements could only delay a plague born of ancient, sovereign-fed hunger. A wall of water and a trench of stone were physical barriers. The blood-born were anomalies of the deep dark; they didn't breathe, they didn't bleed out, and they didn't tire. "They’re adjusting!" Soren shouted over the deafening, continuous roar of the thunder. He stood right at the edge of the granite precipice, his silver-rimmed eyes locked onto the churning chaos of the ravine below.

It took the wind out of his lungs, and he could not get back up. The others tried to dispense justice, but the bodyguards around made them shut up. My father was shaking with rage, and he drove his shoes hard into Harold's fingers. Coldly, he said, "Not the first time you hit my daughter? My daughter? William Wood's daughter? Tell me, what happened while I was gone?" The mention of my father's name snapped everyone out of it. "William Wood? But that's the CEO of Wood Group!" "Whoa, he looks exactly the same as this picture!"