Novel & Cerita Trinity Blood Novel

“Trails don’t just stop, man.” My friends dark eyes are filled with so much compassion and I don’t understand what it means at first. Not until I notice Katerina’s purse in his hands. And the blood on it. My stomach drops. My heart refuses to beat anymore. Denial can lead you only so far. They took her. And there’s blood. The trail is gone. “This is not…” “I already sent the men looking. They are checking all the perimeter, but… no one has reported anything yet.”

The man in front of me was Freddie Fleming, the victim's eldest brother. In my last life, he had led the charge and shoved me to the ground. He didn't listen when I tried to explain, and it was his blade that struck the first fatal wound. Freddie pulled up the transfer record on his phone. "Look for yourself. The account that got the funeral expenses is under the name 'Lydia'. Are you still gonna deny it?" He turned to Charles and said, "Don't be fooled by her. Listen to what she said!"

Thank you for reeding <3 This book was first part of trilogy. Next part will be named "Shadows of Heart : Blood Pact". Introduction : The world teeters on the edge of chaos in the wake of the battle at Caelum's bastion. Zoe emerged from the ashes with scars that run deep - losses that haunt her and secrets that threaten to unravel her. The dark sorcerer may be defeated, but his twisted legacy lives on, spreading discord across the realms.

"You said you sent people to stay with him! Where are they? Answer me! Where are the bodyguards you arranged, huh?" Her hands trembled as she looked at the horrific pool of blood once more. Being in a chokehold turned Serena's face red. It took a lot of effort for her to squeeze out the words, "I… I don't know…" Dad was also staring at that pool of blood, his body swaying. He nearly fell flat on the floor. "It's all over…" he mumbled. "It's too late… My son…" Mom finally released Serena and crumpled onto the floor beside the blood, desperately clawing at it with both hands, as if doing so would bring her son back.

I stand in the hallway for another long moment, holding a tray of food that’s getting colder by the second and staring at a door that’s not going to open no matter how long I wait. Finally I bend down carefully, minding my knee, and set the tray on the floor right in front of his door where he’ll see it if he comes out. Then I turn and walk away, my limp more pronounced now that I’ve been standing still for so long. ***** The hours between breakfast and late afternoon stretch out endlessly and I don’t know what to do with any of them. I go back upstairs and try to read a book I found in the library but the words blur together and I can’t make myself care about whatever story is happening on

I knew the predator instinct would take over if I ever lost myself for a second. We entered the room and shut the door, but I slipped from Cammie's hands and landed on my knees. I held my breath and the world began to spin. I wasn't just hungry, I was starving, every part of my body was running frighteningly cold, and the urge to warm myself with blood was too overwhelming. "Vivienne!" They both screamed at exactly the same time. "Don't touch me," I spoke, holding myself up on the floor. "But you're not looking good!" Alyssa said, kneeling closer to me though she was also hesitant to make any move. The temptation of blood fever had come so unexpectedly that I felt like crying.

“Because I know what it’s like to be watched by everyone.” The words cracked something in me. The arrogance was gone for that heartbeat, stripped bare to something raw. I didn’t push. I just turned back to the shelves. And then I saw it. A yellowed page was tucked between the heavy books, its faded ink still clear enough to read. My hand shook as I pulled it free. The title was scrawled at the top in jagged letters: First Blood. My eyes scanned the words, fragments only. Before wolves, before oaths, there was the First. Blood that commands, blood that binds. Not beast, not man, but both. The source. The curse.

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

I read on; “Their wolf forms are larger than the average wolf. They are faster and possess a healing ability that regenerates at the rate of a hundred.” Wow! They must be incredibly powerful, I thought. I wondered if these Silver Bloods were real, though. I’d never heard of them before. Then again, I’d never heard of much outside the Raven Falls pack until I arrived here. I read a little more before I reached the end. It was a fascinating story, but I couldn’t understand why the book was in the history section. I didn’t really believe in Silver Bloods, but the idea was intriguing. After placing the book back on the shelf, I walked out of the history section and made my way to the fiction sec

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never