Trinity Blood Novel Novels & Stories

I flailed, trying to get away from him, from the blood, from the sight of the dead man behind him. My feet slipped on the floor, and I was falling. My knees sank into the blood, my hands followed. Tristan pulled me up, my body pressed against his, and the smell of blood filled my nose. I clutched at his shoulders for balance. And then I pulled one hand back and it came away red. And one glance down. Red. My skin. Red. Everything red. My eyes found Tristan’s blood covered body. Red. Red. Red.

Perhaps it's effect is only mild. She poured a little of the blood in an empty glass she found on the table, then she added just a little ash and stirred. She frowned when nothing happened. Was the book wrong? If the book was wrong, the book wouldn't be restricted. She then added a little more ash, and the the blood began to foam. Interesting. She watched it closely, taking note of every single change. By the time the blood stopped foaming, it had turned black. She smiled. Now she wondered if this would work on the royal vampires. If only she could get their blood.

“We’ve been making progress. The compounds are slowly leaving his system.” I approached Ethan, noting how he tracked my movement with awareness that had been absent before. “How are you feeling?” I asked, keeping my voice deliberately neutral. “Like I’m not... plugged in right,” he replied, his words halting but his own. “Like I’ve been disconnected from something that was holding me together.” He rubbed his temples, wincing slightly. “But also like I can think again. Sometimes.” I exchanged glances with Nico and Dominic before continuing. “What do you know about the trinity of blood moons, Ethan? Did the Voice mention them?”

She wiped more blood on the cover, and just as she predicted, it broke free of whatever invisible chains that had been holding it closed, and opened for her. “Oh my gosh, it opened!” Juliet practically screamed as she reentered the room. Syanna wiped her eyes with the back of her shaky palms as she stared at the book. She had spent days—hours trying to open this damn book. And all it took was a drop of her blood. Why didn’t they think of that before! It was above her. Yet, just as she was about to reach for a page, her eyes started to flutter, her limbs went weak, and the entire world started spinning.

Before blood soaks my chest and pools around me, hot liquid comes out of me. “Ethan! Despite the commotion, her piercing, terrified voice reaches me. In my hazy vision, an angelic visage darts back and forth over me. I point my finger at her cheek, but my arm stays still. "I anticipated that you would be my downfall, Princess." Then the world went completely black as my eyes rolled back in my head. Yet I smiled, thinking that the last thing that I saw was .... My wife.

Blood Ties BY TANYA HUFF This is a great series that creates a love triangle of amazing power and tension. Blood Trail, Blood Price, Blood Lines, Blood Pact, Blood Debt. Victoria Nelson is a former cop forced to leave the force because of vision loss. She becomes a private eye in Toronto who often works with an active-duty cop, Celluci, who is clearly romantically interested in her. But she also teams up with Henry Fitzroy, the gorgeous bastard son of Henry VIII — and a 400-year-old vampire. (He works as a romance writer in the books, and as a graphic novelist in the TV series.) The three of them solve crimes, almost always with a supernatural twist. But the best part in both the books and t

The royal blood can heal lycans, but after mixing the royal blood with Trinity’s, it is the crown princess’ new blood which works miracles on both lycans and werewolves and in a fast time frame. This isn’t the result I’ve been expecting. I lean back and glance across the room at the cooler in the far corner. Through the glass door, I spot a couple of vials of Trinity’s blood sitting alone on the middle rack, almost calling to me. My wolf whispers, “This could be what Bethany needs to heal and bring her back.” I shake my head. The only person besides my son, who has had any of Trinity’s blood, is Trinity’s brother.

I stayed frozen with time, chanting my mate's name like a mantra. Drops of rain drizzled down but I couldn't feel it...I couldn't feel anything. Tristan’s blood soaked into my dress, warm and sticky, seeping between my fingers as I cradled him. The blood around us was partly washed by the ranin. His head rested against my chest, eyes half-lidded, lifeless. The knife still sat in my palm like a curse, slick and cold, a reminder of what I’d done.

“You’re impossible. Do you know that? You would rather damn your soul and live an eternity of being tortured than accept the fact that you were wrong.” “The people you kill don’t deserve it like you believe they do. They’re human. They may sell their soul to the devil, but that’s their choice. What you do is take it when they can’t pay their debts.” A growl escaped my lips as I looked at her. “You have no idea why I do what I do. Those people I have killed deserve more than they get. They signed their lives away the moment they pulled a trigger or set a trap. Do you know how Grandpa Bloodstone actually died?” My anger now boiling over and spilling out like lava.

"Thomas, please. Do you really think someone like me would ever choose someone like you?" Fifteen years ago, Thomas Santos swapped his newborn daughter with the child of the woman who broke his heart. Her name was Victoria and since high school, Thomas had always had a strong obsession towards her and after he had his heart broken by her, he sought revenge by all means. His daughter Kiara grew up in a mansion with everything she could ever disguised as Victoria's daughter while Victoria's real daughter Ivy grew up in poverty, beaten and abused by Thomas, the man who was supposed to be her father. Now the girls turned fifteen and happened to study at the same high school. When Thoma