The Blood On Satan's Claw Novels & Stories

Piece of cake! I howled as I liked to make my presence felt. Their reddened eyes turned to me just as one of them tore at the man’s throat and grabbed the woman. I almost lost my mind with rage when I saw their damn claws at her neck. To my surprise, he didn’t sink his fangs in, instead, with full force, he broke her legs. Her desperate scream of pain echoed through the forest. The trees would be the only witnesses to the massacre I was about to make. In pain, she fainted. They messed with her. Big mistake!

White hair was beginning to grow on her skin and her claws were coming out again. Sathanas was surprised as he looked at her body shifting. Her bones creaked and she had never felt so good about changing. The force from the way she shifted stretched between Sathanas' fingers and he had no choice but to drop her. Coughing out blood and looking up at the demon, she was feeling weak and nauseous. "I'll be back!" He threatened and vanished into thin air before she passed out. ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶

He sneered before growling and pouncing on her. He’s insane! Oh gosh! He just devoured a human! Instinctively, Leal closed her eyes and called Lilith from inside her when he opened his mouth wide, making a few drops of the human’s blood drop on her face. Lilith responded, but only with claws and fangs.

Like something deep beneath the foundation had started to wake, and it didn’t know whether to stretch or scream. I reached into my trunk and pulled out my satchel of ward tools: chalk, silver thread, salt-stone beads, and my notebook. This job was already messier than it looked. And it looked damn messy. But I was here now. Contract-bound. Fully paid. Ready to unravel whatever the hell kind of curse, seal, or secret was bleeding through the leyline web of this ancient vampire lair. I just hoped Lord Eternal Gloom would get around to introducing himself before something exploded.

The fabric gleams like spilled blood. We’re running out of time. *** Evening falls like a hammer. The throne room is transformed again, this time not for celebration, but for ritual. Torches blaze hauntingly, stretching tall shadows across the walls, and hundreds of Blood Moon warriors and nobles fill the hall. I stand before them in their armor as Maelis rises from her throne. “Tonight,” she announces, “our pack will be made stronger. Tonight, blood calls to blood.” She gestures to me. “Lyra stands ready to take her rightful place at my side.”

Chapter 33 – Call from the Blood Sanctuary Ritual drums thundered through Valenfort’s core like a colossal heart beating. Each strike thickened the air, staining the sky crimson. Deep in the Blood Sanctuary, Evelyn walked heavily, cloak drenched in blood, gaze so cold ancient souls bowed. Once the pure-blood ancestors’ holy site — now ash and bone. At the center: a massive altar carved with forbidden runes. Upon it, the “Blood Heart” pulsed like a living creature, radiating seductive, deadly red light.

A vial with a tiny drop of black liquid tumbled down from a lax hand and stumbled across the dirt until it too fell back into hell where it came from. The black and blood red magic hovering above the crack, waiting to be called upon, swooped in to curl around Dean arm the moment he raised his ring-laden hand. He peeled his eyes back open as he swallowed the vile-tasting liquid on his tongue and shuddered from the darkly electrifying sensation of devil blood entering his system.

The line was silent for a while, and the next voice she heard wasn’t that of Trent, it was Axel. “Do you have any idea on why she was taken?” His cold voice sent shivers done her spine. She took a deep breath. “There’s this guy in your dad’s clan, I met him while we went to Italy together the last time. He owns a silver bracelet which he told me was specially crafted for him by a goldsmith who owned him his life… The driver of the black car had the same bracelet on. And I can remember him telling me few days ago he came to Miami with your dad…”

“Honestly, I just can’t wait to put an end to this already.” Colton watched the way my claws slowly came out. Longer, sharper. “You really came to take my life.” He says, outraged. “Of course you did because you sold yourself to the devil.” “Literally—you sold it when you went to Helios,” he snarls.

I said slowly. "The blood key is not a physical object," he said. "It's a title. An inheritance. Whoever carries it holds authority over the entire Crimson Table — its territories, its assets, its allegiances. Your father was its keeper. When he disappeared from the syndicate, he took it with him." "And when you killed him—" "He still didn't give it up."