Trinity Blood Novel Novels & Stories

“I’m going to kill you.” My shifting sent Joey and Anna into a spiral. “A white wolf. She’s a white wolf…” As expected from an Alpha, Joey was quick to snap back to reality. He gave Anna a nudge and shouted, “Run!” Joey put himself between us to cover Anna’s escape. There was no way I would let them get away with it. Blood must be paid with blood. I was right on Anna’s tail all the way to the street. Even on the broad street, she managed to lose herself in the heavy traffic.

She takes my hand, and the moment her skin touches mine, my head snaps back and everything fades— ⸻ We’re standing on an empty airfield, chaos erupting around us. Our people clash with humans and sharply dressed rogues. But it’s the glowing eyes watching from the forest that tell me—we’re not alone. Then suddenly, both Drake and I drop. Darts pierce our throats. Our hearts still. We don’t move again. Baylee and Caden come sprinting across the road, their screams echoing through the air. But the fight doesn’t stop—it gets worse.

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

A few suggested it was the end of all things, apocalypse written in blood across the sky. I stood at the edge of the sanctuary garden. The wind lashed through my hair like claws every howl of the storm. The same storm that once lived inside me, that had raged through my soul and poisoned everything it touched, was now painting the world in its color. Crimson. Blood-red. The color of guilt made manifest. And they came, as I had known they would. As they had to.

In seconds, I was on all fours, my paws digging into the earth as I bolted into the forest. Her scent grew stronger with every stride, mingled with the unmistakable stench of rogues. My heart pounded, my blood roaring in my ears as I pushed myself faster, trees blurring past me in streaks of shadow and moonlight. By the time I burst into the clearing, my chest felt like it was about to explode—but the scene before me stopped me cold. Trinity lay crumpled on the ground, her body unnervingly still. Her dark hair fanned out around her head, stark against the blood-streaked grass. My heart lurched, a raw and visceral pain ripping through me.

I then vaguely remember someone trying to order me “Adonis, stop… Adonis, you are taking too much, now STOP!” However, in truth, their order only pulled me back a little, but it had no real effect on me and besides, I didn’t want to stop. The blood was taking away the intense pain, and it tasted amazing. It was only when I heard her voice, “It’s okay, Trinity. Let him drink. He is still only young and he can’t drain me yet… Besides, my blood will help him heal faster than anything you have in those bags…”

Trish stares as the wound knits itself together with unnatural speed. The boy blinks. “It… it doesn’t hurt anymore.” I pull away quickly and stand, backing up. “Amaya,” Trish whispers. “What was that?” “I don’t…” My breath is shallow. “I don’t know.” But we both know that’s not true. Later that evening, I sneak back into the library. The candlelight flickers over the rows of ancient books, casting tall shadows that dance across the walls. I pull the healing text from the shelf again and flip through until I find the section labeled: Bloodline of the Trueborn.

Chapter 21 – The Age of Blood Valenfort’s sky bled red, a wound that would never heal. Ash from the Seraphim still clung to the shattered domes of cathedrals, falling like blood-snow in the night wind. This city — once a symbol of balance between human and vampire — now lay in chaos, decay, and despair. Evelyn Cross had vanished. Her silhouette dissolved into the black light of the ritual that sealed Azrael, leaving behind a torn world. But her death was not the end; it was the beginning of a new era where blood became law, and fear the only religion left.

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Everyone starts to attack as I drop down to my hands and knees. Blood started to spill from my mouth as I try to breathe. I watch the snow beneath me quickly turn red from the blood pouring from the hole in my chest. Unable to breathe, I look over the fighting as my body quickly grown weak from the blood loss. Seeing the vampire prince knocking the pack warriors around I try to get up, but fall down into the cold bloody snow, unable to hold my weak body up.