There Will Be Blood Upton Sinclair Novels & Stories

"It was a plot. Silas Greythorne murdered King Aldric and framed my ancestor to start the war. We have proof-letters, diary entries, everything. "Rowan's voice was full of disdain as he said, "I've seen the 'proof' circulating online." It's convenient that one dead scapegoat be blamed while the vampires are exonerated.

“Because someone just handed us a living clue. And if we don’t get to him first, my uncle’s rose will be on his chest by morning.” The trap was tightening, but they’d been thrown a lifeline, a dangerous, likely monitored one. The race was on. Not just to find a witness, but to reach him before the killer could silence him forever, and to do it while pretending to be everything they were not, for an audience that wanted them both dead.

Without saying a word she opens the door allowing a boy to walk in and my breath nearly catches in my throat when his blue eyes land on me. Jaxson Ravenwood. Classmate, shifter, and future Alpha of the North American pack. His white blonde hair falls messily over his icy blue eyes. He's more muscular than your average shifter and even I can't help but admire him. I feel something, I can't quite tell what it is, stir inside me and I instantly get one of my famous migraines as he flashes Ms. Foster a killer smile.

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

He had injected himself with silver blood, and he had created himself to be a monster a whole lot worse than Alpha Jaxon. And we needed to catch him before he did any more damage . . .

3rd Person “Now!” Kieran shouts, just as the knife starts to draw Sinclair’s blood, just as he was instructed to do. The blood, after all, would throw Damon’s guards into a frenzy, giving Kieran and his men the slight advantage they will need to pull this off.

Una’s question was suddenly interrupted by Sinclair’s men pushing a surgical cart with the TV on top as they entered the room. “Brace yourself, Una. You’re about to watch a horror movie,” Sinclair said before he walked over to his men and instructed something. For the life of Will, he had no idea what Sinclair was up to, but he was certain he wouldn’t like it one bit. The fact alone that his boss had brought them to this place had already set his insides rolling and heart pumping like it was going to jump out of his chest anytime soon. Whatever was going through Sinclair’s mind could only be bad news for him. He had to think of what to do now or else it’d all be too late for him.

"I told him about the blood moon discovery, and we both laughed at the irony because Adam had named our pack Blood Moon Pack. I told him about combining the sun and moon magic, and he was thrilled about it. I was about to tell him about the plotting bloods when he stood up and ran out of the room. I did not know where he was going. It all happened so fast, and I was shocked. I got up and traced his scent. I followed him to the king's quarters. What I saw was terrifying. There was blood at the entrance with three dead blood enforcers. I was in shock, and I began to shake. I walked into the apartment, and Margret stood in her house robe in shock, stained with blood. It was partly her blood and

“Who’s the whore now, Haverley? You are! Oh, fuck yeah, moan my name you fucking sick fuck! I’m going to fuck your mouth and cum down your throat like the fucking whore you are. When I’m done here I might feed you my dick again, maybe in your ass, huh? Would you like that, whore? Do you want my cock in your ass?” Hudson sped up his thrusts, in and out, in and out, as Haverley gagged and tried to breathe but Hudson didn’t slow down, he just kept thrusting. The blood from Haverley’s mouth coated Hudson’s cock and he gripped his shoulder tighter. “The blood’s a nice touch, my little whore. Daddy approves.” Hudson’s cock was now completely submerged in Haverley’s mouth and he jerked his hips for

For a second everything was flame and shadow and the smell of cooked dust. “Go!” I screamed at the Byrnes, and they were already gone, the door blown wide as they vanished into the rain. Matrix slammed me into the bookcase. Paper exploded around us like snow. We went down in it—me on my back, his weight pinning, his breath hot with whiskey and four kinds of regret. “Got you,” he said softly, almost tender, which is how you know a man’s about to kill you. “End of the road, Silver.”