The Blood Of Monsters Dramione Novels & Stories

he told me as a matter of factly "anyway, see you guys on Friday, but now I must go" "Well, at least have a drink" I offered "No thank you Anastasia, I have more people to invite" "I'll see you out" Damon offered walking behind him, I stayed in the lounge "My spidey senses tell me she's a keeper, hold on to her" I heard Dylan telling Damon. Damon came back into the lounge, "Hey, what immortal being is Dylan?" I asked wanting to know what he meant by spidey sense "Dylans a lycan" Damon told me, I furrowed my eye brows

He asked, turning to look at Damon, and he was filled with surprise as he stared strangely at him while Damon smiled at him. "Damn man, indeed, a hybrid is more powerful."He said ,he was tapping on him. They were both distracted by the female cough they heard, and immediately, Doctor Dax was taken aback. "What the fuck!"he exclaimed, and then Damon, with surprise on his face, turned the touch light he was holding on and low and behold, They both went into shock when they saw blood oozing from Amelia's mouth, and she was laying lifelessly at the floor.

He became heavy, solid, and vulnerable. Ronan, sensing the shift, twisted in Dominic’s grip and sank his fangs into the grey, leathery shoulder. The blood that spilled wasn't red; it was a steaming, black ichor that hissed as it hit the floor. Dominic staggered back, his red eyes fixed on me with a hatred so pure it felt like a physical weight. "You think this is victory? You’ve only opened the door. The Witch doesn't take back her gifts, Lira. She only demands interest."

A warning. Or maybe a promise. Suddenly, footsteps echoed down the corridor. I froze, heart pounding, as Damon appeared in the doorway. His shirt was bloodstained. His hair wild. And his eyes—those eyes that once held charm and lies in equal measure—were pure fury now. “You feel it, don’t you?” His voice was low, dangerous. “The Blood Moon. It’s waking you up. But it’s mine, Elara. I claimed this night. I claimed you.”

The Siren’s hand dripped with blood as she slammed Mom to the ground. Anger rushed through me, I put Thalia and Thea down, shifting as I lunged at the monster before me. She laughed sardonically. "Ah… The blood of an Alpha... It’s what I crave…" She whispered seductively, raising her hand. A wave of water slammed me down, the wood beneath me splintering at the sheer force. I growled, getting back up. "Theon, look at Thalia!" Thea screamed. I turned, and it was almost as if I was watching it all in slow motion. Thalia was climbing over the edge as if she wanted to jump into the water.

Her fingers shook so violently she couldn’t even unlock her phone screen. The sight of herself — soaked in his blood — pulled something primal from inside her. Her stomach lurched, and she vomited, retching until nothing was left. Gasping, she stumbled to the sink, frantically scrubbing her hands, but the stains clung stubbornly, refusing to fade. Her screams echoed off the walls, raw and unhinged. Luke, stationed nearby, rushed in at the sound, fearing Damon had somehow broken free. Instead, he froze at the sight: Davina, wild-eyed, scrubbing her hands like a maniac, while Damon bled out on the floor, barely breathing.

I was given a second opportunity to change into a shadow and the chance to slice their throats one by one. I'm close. I'm so f*cking close to making my mother proud after over thirty years. I've turned into a monster. The people responsible for her killing will pay with the same blood that left her body and my father's. I'm a monster with nothing to lose. The Irish and Russians are my own. He betrayed Mom and was one of the key factors in her murder. He was the one Mom trusted and offered information to in exchange for helping us free. It's just as disgusting who brutally murdered my father and took his authority.

I nod, her words settling into my bones like a vow. As the sun begins to set, painting the crystal wastes in shades of crimson and gold, Thessia calls Kael and me to her tent. We enter to find her sitting cross-legged on a pile of cushions, a shallow bowl of water in front of her. The water glows faintly silver—dreamwater, I realize. For scrying or prophecy. "Sit," she commands, and we obey. She studies us both for a long moment, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "The Bloodmoon will be fully risen in two hours. Kael, are you prepared?"

They were true monsters, impossible to kill. Maybe they could maim them, and stop their assault. Rhae called out for Ambrose, "Ambrose, tear out their eyes!" He ignored her and dove on his Draekon for Diavel. They were swooped up in his Draekon's claws and carried away before the monsters could step down again on them. Rhae peeked out through the gap in Diavel's wings to see them high off the ground, further away from the monsters. "Ambrose!" She called out again as she saw the centre monster's jaw drop open and orange light pour up from its throat.

I instantly stopped myself and looked through to see if I would find him. "What are you thinking of?" Mona asked. "You two are supposed to be safe." I replied without even turning my face toward hers, and kept my gaze at the battle scene, watching as balefire-red and black blood splattered from our gaping wounds. In a few seconds, I observed how black blood had spurted out from the demons and realized that they bled black blood instead of normal red. But still no sign of Fortem. "Your majesty!" "Ahh!" A chorused panic scream blurted out from Mona and Lily and I quickly took a glance at who could have yelled out that way.