Trinity Blood Novel Novels & Stories

“Yes, mater. I will serve ye until my last breath.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I pulled my thoughts away from Jones’ past. I only knew this because I’d gone through the history books kept in the cellar, stumbling upon a journal from the time of Grace Bloodsworth. Her tone had sounded regretful as I brushed my hand over the dark red-ink, my eyes eating up the sorrowful words. I knew without a doubt that she had use her own blood to write it.

Still I couldn't understand how and why he's working for vampires and intent on destroying Cameron and his people. I couldn't understand. I halted my thoughts when my surrounding changed again. Now I felt remorse, and regret bathing through me as I walked out of a house. I watched myself chanting a word, lighting the whole house ablaze. Instantly the pain, remorse and guilt I felt that day found me. I watched myself in black cloak standing there, listening to the loud painful screams that escaped from the house. But I couldn't do anything. I watched till the house burnt down into ashes. I gave the house one last look as a tear rolled down my cheek. By now I was already working for the Organi

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When the pen touched the document— Blood from her wound dripped. A red drop fell right on top of her name. Livia Moreau. She finished her signature with trembling hands. Her blood stained the contract. A promise she had never even chosen. Robert smiled with satisfaction. “Good.” He closed the folder. “Now everything is finished.” But for Livia— This had just begun. This marriage was not salvation. It was hell. And the man who would become her husband… Hated her more than anyone else in this world.

Standing behind her was a man Ivy had only ever seen in faded photographs—a man with Dante’s jawline and a look of cold, calculated revenge. If Dante’s father and Ivy’s mother have been alive and working together in the shadows this whole time, what was the true purpose of the "War of Blood"—and as Dante’s father raises his weapon and points it not at Silas, but at Dante, does Ivy realize that the "Trinity" was never meant to rule the world, but to be the final sacrifice to reset it? (Watch out for Chapter 120) 💬 Add to library | Vote | please leave a review | Gifts

They had fused into a perfect biological balance within our son’s flesh. Before Lawrence or I could utter a single word in the face of such a marvel, the constellation of seven stars on the baby’s chest did not emit a pulse toward the sky or the earth. The stars began to burn inward, changing color from sapphire blue to a dark violet, while a millennial murmur—which came neither from the wolf packs nor the dragons, but from the very heart of the Great Mother Moon—resonated in both our minds: "The Trinity of Blood has been born... and the Ancient Gods sleeping in the planet’s core have begun to wake to snatch the throne for themselves."

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

So I'm not the only one? “So Elvira, be careful. I don't want to say this but there's a possibility that you will experience again that nightmare.” She said and held my hand tightly. But how will I stopped that nightmare? “You probably wondering how will you solve that but I don't know how. There are many new things happening in this world and reported countless of deaths. They say, vampire is the reason behind of those murdering because of the bites found on the corpses. But I hope that is not true. Because the thing that created by god and the thing that created by evil can never coexist in the same world.” She added.

He was waiting to see if I would let the bomb go off to secure my own, unparalleled power over a newly destabilized Syndicate. I had the phone, the number for Isabella, and the activation code burning in my memory. The power to stop the assassination and the ensuing bloodbath was in my hands. The power to rule was in my future. I tightened my grip on Vincent's arm, making my final choice. I opened my hand, letting my phone clatter to the marble floor, shattering the screen, and held Vincent's hand high, raising it in triumph, embracing the ruthless, bloody power of my new destiny.

It didn't just break; it exploded. Selene was consumed by her own darkness, her form flickering for a final second—a glimpse of the golden sister she could have been—before she vanished into the black water of the sea. She was gone, not as a queen, but as a footnote in a history she had tried to rewrite. Then, the zenith was reached. The Blood Moon was a solid, throbbing crimson directly above us. I reached up with my spirit and grabbed the thread of the Eclipse. I pulled. The Trinity erupted.