The Blood Trials Novels & Stories

He had poured his blood, sweat, and tears to achieve this. "First of all, I wanted to thank my parents. They have been with me and supporting me from the sidelines since day one, and I couldn't be more grateful for them. I also wanted to thank my team who had also been there every step of the way despite how tiring it is, how hard it is to put up with me, thank you so, so much," Leo took a deep steadying breath. He doesn't want to cry, not on this awards night where there are people waiting for him to trip and make a mistake so they could judge him more.

After a long while, he finally said, “Mr. Summers, we did an extra experiment with the blood sample you gave us. We also took thousands of blood samples from the blood bank to compare with your blood. “Eventually, we even used a special method to merge your blood cells with other blood cells. “In the end, we found a scary issue.” Tyr’s spine suddenly straightened. He could not help but ask, “What did you find out?” Professor Mark replied, “We found out that your blood cells have a high rate of attacking other cells. We have put together thousands of different blood samples and mixed them with your blood. After a week, we realized that only your blood sample was left in the test tube.” “The r

There would be no coming back. After the gala, I heard Darren had suffered a complete mental collapse. His family admitted him to a private recovery clinic. Not long after, the Specter family was exposed for tax evasion and unfair business practices. They were investigated, declared bankrupt, and liquidated. Carrie was sentenced to prison. News of their downfall reached me while I was overseas, sitting beside the man I loved. We were in a quiet little café, discussing how to furnish the home we were planning to build together. Yes—my love.

"A trial? Proof?" Thorne's eyes met mine, ancient and weary. "The Blood Trial. A public dominance rite, as in the old days. The triad must bare their bond before the packs, submit to the rite's demands. Only then can we quell the doubts." Gasps rippled through the room. Rhaedon's breath hitched beside me, his fingers brushing my arm in a fleeting touch that sent sparks through the bond. Isaak's grip tightened. "The Blood Trial," he echoed, low and dangerous. "It's barbaric. A spectacle for the masses."

“If the scroll is true… this rival may carry royal blood. Perhaps older than your own.” Bloodline… Kai’s eyes locked on the parchment, then he glanced back at the crowd. “Then let the rites prove it.” A horn sounded in the distance, lower this time. A final declaration. The Trials had begun. The crowd began to stir, voices rising in waves of speculation, dread, and awe. Aria’s fingers were still sticky from the sweetbread. Her heart, less steady than it had been moments ago. She stepped back, her hood falling a little.

"We are not all in the upward side. Sometimes, life rolls and we are on the downside. So it crashes us. But it would prepare you for your next turn. You'll be stronger because you have tried to be stronger. You have enough experience." "That is absolutely an idiotic desicion," Betty said. "If it's difficult, it's difficult. There's no other way around." "There are intensifiers, you know." Betty chuckled. "If I am in Renu right now, I would have created thousands of experiments in my blood class. We were experimenting if we could create blood so we could bank it without asking donations." "Do you think it's possible?" "Yes," Betty answered. "I am almost close on creating a Type O."

Mom towards the front of the room and folders her legs underneath her before looking at each one of us. "So your great, great, great, great grandma Helena was the elder that insisted on a truce with the surrounding wolf packs after the Scarlet Blood War. As you all know, the Scarlet War caused a lot of witch and wolf bloodlines to go extinct. But the killing didn’t stop there, due to the rivalries between the witch covens and wolf packs. Not only were the witch and wolf hunters killing us, but we were killing each other, so a truce was something that was desperately needed. We all needed to feel safe again, so the treaty passed without too much rebellion."

“He won’t. Not from me. But you gotta be careful. The family’s got eyes everywhere.” I knew that. Too well. The Volkov syndicate wasn’t just a business; it was a web of obligations, secrets, and betrayals waiting to happen. My mother had learned that the hard way—gunned down in a crossfire when I was twelve because some rival thought she knew too much. I’d sworn then I’d never let anyone close enough to become a target. And yet, here I was, dreaming about Ethan like he was the answer to prayers I didn’t even make.

She thought I was going to die. They led me to the Great Hall. The entire court was there. Hundreds of nobles stood on the balconies, looking down at a long bridge made of clear glass. Below the glass was a drop so deep I couldn't see the bottom. All I could see were the jagged, black points of obsidian spears waiting for a sacrifice. "The Trial of Blood!" the Arch-Druid shouted. He was an old man with a long white beard and eyes that looked like cold marbles. "If the girl is of royal blood, the glass will hold. If she is a pretender, the glass will vanish."

With lightning reflexes, Jake swung the suitcase at the scar-faced rogue. Bloodthirsty, four werewolves clamped down on Jake’s limbs. The last werewolf leaped straight for me. I was quick to dodge, but the werewolf’s claws tore through my collar and left a blood trail along my neck. As my heart raced, I felt a wolf reaching out to me. It was unlikely, though. During my moment of distraction, the rogue got right in my face again. I had to fight him with everything I had. Meanwhile, Jake was pinned down by four werewolves. As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping.