There Is Power In The Blood Alan Jackson Lyrics Mga Nobela at Kwento

Isabella is my everything, and I would move heaven and earth for her! “Where is my son, Alpha Jackson?” The crazed man asks, whipping around with my poor mate. The syringe pokes her throat so a trickle of blood runs down, and the tears have never stopped running down. I can feel the fear in our matebond, but there is also hope. Hope that we will get through this.

But he’s a fool to think he can prevent me from leaving because I'm weak. I pat him on the shoulder and drawl lazily, “I feel like I could rip the world in half, Jackson. You're an ant if you provoke me.” “Please, Alpha.” He crosses my path. “Angela is alive because you gave her your blood. All of it. The doctors say that ritual never succeeded in the past because no one was willing to give every ounce of blood.” He pauses, passing a hand through his hair, holding his waist in defeat, and continues.

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster's death. "You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?" I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack.

“Or are you trying to tell me there is?” “Guess again,” the tone of my laughter increased. “Wait, you’re really telling me that there’s something I could do to gain superhuman strength overnight?” He rushed to me and grabbed me by the collar in excitement. “Well, tell me!” My laughter as well as the smile on my face seized as I got up on my feet. “The Alpha’s Blood.” “The alpha's blood?” It took him time to process. “You mean Damon’s blood?” I nodded in response.

“Run.” I felt my knees buckle, but I refused to collapse. My hands were trembling, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst through my chest. “No. Not until I get you out of here,” I said, my voice breaking. The black-eyed man stepped forward, his expression calm, almost intimate. “Do you understand now, Omega?” His whisper brushed against my ear. “Your bloodline is the key. Your power is the doorway. One move, one choice, and she will die.”

I can feel her disapproval. Dante does not answer immediately. For a moment, I think he will ignore me. Then he speaks. “Because sometimes,” he says slowly, “power is not about destroying. It is about choosing when not to.” Something about that settles deep inside me. I do not like it. I do not trust it. But I feel it. Sofia steps forward. “That is enough,” she says. “You are not here to question him.” Dante raises a hand slightly. She stops.

Definitely on speaker. “Fuck,” Ilkay groans. “You could’ve told us.” “Nah,” Enrique says brightly. “I’ve had my share of snow. And girls with long underarm hair.” “Next time,” Jackson snaps. “See you at the house.” The call ends. The radio springs back to life instantly, like it’s been holding its breath. ‘I’m an angel with a shotgun Fighting til’ the wars won The lyrics wash over me without really landing. I hear them, but I don’t hear them. The song feels like him. Everything feels like him.

“Let her go.” Braden raises a brow, intrigued. “Why would I want your blood? You’re both Alphas, but there’s something far more satisfying about draining the life from an enemy.” His gaze flicks back to Claudia, as if she is the key to everything. I swallow, my mind racing. Maybe he doesn’t believe Ansel. Or maybe he just wants me to say it. Out loud. “My blood is better,” I murmur. “If you want power—true power—then my blood is what you want.”

“Please, take me instead. Let them go. They’re innocent.” Alpha Jacob laughed—a deep, cruel sound that echoed through the night. “Take you instead?” he repeated mockingly. “Oh, I’ll take you, my dear. Don’t worry about that. But not before they watch me destroy you.” He leaned closer, his face inches from mine. His eyes were filled with madness. “They’ll watch me drain your power. They’ll watch as you scream for mercy. And they won’t be able to save you.” My legs felt weak. I fell to my knees, unable to hold myself up anymore. “Please,” I whispered again, my voice barely audible. “I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt them.”

Power. “You’re asking me to gamble with my son,” I said through clenched teeth. “No,” she whispered fiercely. “I’m asking you to fight for the power you deserve. Stop letting your fear blind you. Stop letting Caspian take everything from you.” Her words struck deep. I closed my eyes, gripping the railing again. Images flashed, Nyx’s face, her rejection, Caspian’s blade cutting into me, Liam’s innocent eyes. Power was just within my reach. I could already taste it. I wasn't about to let it go just because I was having second thoughts.