Trinity Blood Novel Novels & Stories

The sound of mayhem had drawn Trinity like a moth to a flame, beckoning her to a scene that she would have given anything to avoid. When she entered the room, it was like a war zone—furniture overturned, wine bottles smashed, cushions ripped to shreds. And there, in the center of this maelstrom, stood Hardy, his hands dripping with blood, his face contorted with rage. It was clear he had been the architect of this destruction. Trinity froze, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the full extent of the destruction.

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

But everyone had a scent, and I’ve been too close to Saraphina to not know how she smelled. A branch snapped at the left side, and I quickly turned my head. My wolf was slowly crawling up to the surface, and holding it in was becoming harder. It was only a matter of time before the beast took over. Let me out. But I kept suppressing it. I let out a long, ragged breath, trying to steady my thoughts, when a faint trace hit me. It wasn’t her scent—it was blood. My heart dropped almost immediately. I walked toward it. It was so dark, but I saw clearly. It was a small river, and by the side—a fresh patch of blood on the ground.

I could absorb entire pages in seconds, retain details that would take normal people days to memorize. Another gift of my condition, I suppose. Or perhaps a curse. I'd never quite decided. The page I was reading now mentioned something that made my heart stop. "The Lycan Trinity," I read aloud, my voice barely above a whisper. "Three souls whose destinies are so intricately connected that no matter where they are, they will be drawn to each other. Bound by fate. Bound by blood. Bound by something older than either." I read it again. Three souls?

*** Tyler was already snoring the moment I took a break from reading Rowena’s journal—her most honest and most outrageous collection of secrets and info about herself that only she and this piece of leather journal knows. “I may have sinned, Trinity Goddess. I know I did, but my heart always whispers the name of that Hearteater minion even though my life is already tied with Alpha Bryant.” I have read that line three times in a row already. But every time felt as if it was my first time reading her confession. I made sure my voice is so soft, considering that my husband is just sleeping behind my back. Literally.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

"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.

But I couldn't move; my body was frozen in place. "Nesrin, darling. The time has come. Happy birthday, my Wildrose," The shadows wrapped around me. Their voices echoed, filling with excitement. Their thirst for bloodshed made my skin crawl. They clawed at my face trying to pry my mouth open. The shadowed figure leaned forward, the heavyweight of dark magic feeling like a second layer of skin as their lips brushed against my ear.

What I was capable of when someone took what was mine. I walked out of the room, down the stairs and into my office. I pulled off my shirt, and took a cigarette. I walked to the window, watching rain pour from the dark skies. Somewhere out there, Alexei has Irina. He was probably holding her, touching her, claiming what should have been mine. My reflection stared back at me from the glass. My eyes were cold, empty and dangerous. This was no longer about laws. Or councils. This was about blood.

We all felt the loss. “Fucking Onyx was crazy out there. I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m glad she was on our side,” He chuckled, and a smile tugged at my lips. Yeah, she was. My kind of crazy. “Yeah. Both of you. You two looked like king and queen warriors out there. It was something,” Manix chimed in. Somehow despite what had happened, she seemed to be winning them over too. If only… “I still can’t believe she donated her blood. Vampires always think they’re better than us and that’s like taboo for them or something and she was no exception. But from what I heard; it helped a lot of our people.”