The Blood Ledger Novels & Stories

Exhausted. Desperate. Rebellion. Escape. Each word felt like a blade carving itself into my heart. I scrubbed harder and harder until every tile in the bathroom shone. When my dad came to check, he nodded in satisfaction and pulled 15 dollars from his wallet. "Not bad. Here, take it." I took the money and slipped the bills into my pocket. Back in my room, I opened my ledger and wrote in it. [Debt: 600.] [Repaid: 15.]

If she'd walked in, she'd be dead, the ledger gone, Dante's sacrifice meaningless. A text arrived on the prepaid phone's unknown number. Clever girl. But cleverness doesn't keep you alive. The ledger is useless without a living witness to verify it. You have 24 hours to bring it to me. Alone. Or your sister's fate becomes Dante's. Salvatore. The old wolf, showing his teeth. He had Dante. He had Giovanna. He had everything. Except for the ledger. Except her. She could run. Take the evidence to the FBI field office herself, walk in with guns blazing, and truth on her tongue. But without a trusted handler, without knowing who was compromised, she'd be walking into another trap.

He came up with his sidearm leveled at the stairs. "They're coming!" Caleb’s face was a mask of soot and sweat. "More of them. Abigail’s team. They aren't here to rescue. They’re here to harvest." "Harvest what?" I grabbed the boy’s arm. His skin was burning hot. "The kid?" "The blood, Ethan." Caleb shot a glance at the boy. "They figured it out. The 1999 Ledger. It wasn't about the money. It was about the genetic debt. They need his marrow to stabilize the board members in the Ark."

The present room held the same two people and a third power at the door, but the ledger had changed the geometry. She spoke before the silence could be owned by someone else. “The materials are not Dominic’s to reclaim by force of surname.” “They document payments made to erase my mother and track her child. Northern Bloodline intermediaries appear in those payments. Channels adjacent to Nightshade appear as well.” “If this room is going to talk about jurisdiction, it can start with the jurisdiction of the dead woman those entries closed.” Serena’s composure did not crack. It thinned. “A ledger can be forged. A frightened girl with powerful enemies can be handed convenient paper by people wh

I raised the knife high, aiming for the base of his neck. I lunged. In a blur faster than thought, Ledger spun. His hand shot up. The blade sank deep into his palm, the sharp tip bursting out the other side with a sound. No blood flowed, not even a drop. I stumbled backward, horror suffocating me. “What… what are you?”

Tears rolled down my cheeks, I was not only scared for myself that I had handed my heart over to this man, I was also scared for his people, I needed to know what inspired such hatred to murder his people. “You want to know the truth? I will tell you.” He strolled from the throne towards me, “The world I told that was built by me and my two friends, these people are the descendants. We made a blood covenant that whichever one of us dies first, our power should be given to the next who was alive to maintain the balance of the park for greater good. Their fathers saw us as a threat and opted to end our lives. For each one they killed, their powers were absorbed into my blood, the same blood I

Though the two words sound the same when spoken, our written records would clearly distinguish between the pure of blood and the lesser of the species. Our entire history, weaknesses, strengths and deeds are painstakingly recorded in great detail in a specially commissioned, leather bound ledger that he has come to call ‘The Vampyre Chronicles.’ The Vampyre being referred to is himself, not the race as a whole. He is beginning to believe in his own legend and that is not good for anyone, myself included.

But I can't hide things forever so, I will reveal the truth to her. "Oh you're talking about that cure? Yes there is a cure. You know what is it? It's the blood of Albino people," I heard Lucia gasped. I did not react to that but rather continue on informing her. "That's why the capital, and the King are eager to get your twins. People are calling them witches. People are out to drain their blood, Lucia. The reason why the King knows about it is because there's a book about that"

My legs felt weak but I followed him. He walked me down a different hallway—this one lined with framed newspaper articles. Headlines like “Blood on the Bay” and “Drug Kingpin Escapes Police Raid” stared back at me. “Your job starts tomorrow,” he said without turning around. “I’ll drop you off myself.” “You trust me to spy?” “No,” he said flatly. “But I own enough of your life to take the risk.” We reached a study room with dark bookshelves and a roaring fireplace. Diego pointed to a leather chair.

“I mean, come to think of it. I do know Draeger BioTech. I don’t know Lucien.” “He’s, like, a recluse billionaire. Their company’s been behind half the med tech we use in school and their genetics division is next-level. Draeger wants to cure half the diseases we’ve given up on.” “Oh”, Zaria said, brows raised. “Girl”, Sienna rolled her eyes, already tapping on her iPad. “If we’re about to let a mad billionaire genius poke around in our bloodstreams, we might as well get a good payout. Remember our friendship contract: page six, clause four. All poorly thought-out ideas must be pursued together.”