Trinity Blood Novel Novels & Stories

“Wait here, reception has a package for me.” Serenity nodded as Noah left the apartment, locking the door behind him and she sighed. She’d never been one to sit still and she climbed to her feet, going to the bookshelf. Prying yet another tome off the shelf, she went back to the sofa and sat down, opening it. This book was slightly different than the others. It told of angels and their powers. Of their blood thirsty needs. Of their lust for violence. Every page was splattered with dark stains and Serenity told herself it couldn’t be blood…

Yet within that silence, he found something powerful: whispers. Not the whispers of men, but echoes that clung to books too ancient for sunlight. Volumes that shouldn’t exist anymore. Manuscripts bound in dark red leather, inked in languages older than the cathedral itself. At first, Arthur ignored them. Focused on restoring old texts, cataloguing records, organizing theological archives. But one book changed everything—"Sanguis Altarum." The Blood of Altars. He found it hidden behind a false panel, sealed with wax and scripture. The moment he touched it, something inside him snapped awake. Visions plagued his dreams afterward. An altar surrounded by shadows. A woman with Isabella’s eyes scr

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

He fell back to the ground with me on top; in retaliation for what he had done to me, I scratched his neck - the first thing I could sink my nails into - then leapt up to my feet. A single drop of blood fell to the floor from my broken scar, and the most animalistic growl I had ever heard rippled out of my own chest. I spun to the stairs in a sprint, hoping to the Goddess that no one had heard the commotion and would be waiting to take me down. “IRWIN!” Omari yelled after me, as I made it down a couple of steps. Something compelled me to look back at him.

“Ethan’s cruelty has no limits. Even now, he seeks to control you.” I pulled back slightly, my lips trembling. “Can it be broken?” He looked at me, his eyes blazing with determination. “Yes,” he said, his voice low and certain. “But it will not be easy. A blood oath is ancient magic, and to sever it, we must fight it with blood of our own.” A shiver ran through me. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he said, cupping my face in both hands, “that I will need to make my own vow, stronger than his. I will need to bind you to me—not as a possession, but as a protection. And to do that, blood must be spilled.”

He knew what had been happening here and he was unable to stop it. (DESTINY , who was sitting in her room, closing her eyes witnessing everything happening in the battlefield shot open her eyes and started panting. Choice, her little sister got worried and started shaking her trying to relax her asking her what happened, when she oy mumbled two words .... " BLOOD PACT ") OHMAN was now dead and was lying in a pool of his own blood which was still flowing and gushing like a stream making his body drenched , but his eyes were still open and it was sending chills down Trinity's spine as if he was looking deep into her soul.

(REVERSE) “BLOOD CLASS.” The alternate world and book that there is so much to learn and to discover about. The world that doesn’t exceed the original, but holds the more than the amount of darkness that one can endure and fight against. The world that everyone will be trap, the moment that the book of Dylan opens. His smile even draws wider in the most cunning way, as he couldn’t wait and somehow subsides his excitement for the upcoming future that awaits them. “Just how far could everything go after that certain book opens?”

"For you, yesss." Tristan gave me a firm nod, and I pressed the blade hard against his hand. I might've been harder than needed, but I couldn't force myself to feel guilty. Blood pooled in his cupped hands, a blazing shade of scarlet. The scent swirled around me, rich and potent. Melted chocolate and blood oranges, liquid nectar. The Vampire side of me practically watered at the mouth, but I pushed it aside with ease. "Drink." I told them, and watched as Tristan let the blood splash to the floor.