Trinity Blood Novels Novels & Stories

Amber couldn't breathe~ Even with countless questions raising in her mind denying the truth, Amber's instinct had recognized her blood. But it was too late Or Was It. . . ? ~Author Note~ This book is a trilogy. And here I am marking the end of the second book. The third part will be posted within this book so you all don't have to add another book to your libraries. Just keep patience and remember me in your prayers.

So even though we are saying goodbye to Lilith and our seven Princes, this will not be the last you see of me. If you haven't already, check out my other book series The Bloodstone series - Completed •Alpha Erik •Everlasting Fire •The Deadly One • Dark Promises •Rise of the Bloodstone King The Redmoon Series - (Bloodstone Crossover series) - Ongoing •The Property of the Alpha • Mated of the Broken Hearted - Coming August 2023 The King of Caspian - Completed - (Bloodstone series Crossover) Again thank you for reading my book, and I hope you enjoy more of my books.

As Caitlin flew over the Bronx, she was horrified to see the extent of the devastation occurring on the streets beneath her. On block after block, there was bloodshed, vampires gorging on humans, openly in the night. There were also humans attacking humans, trying to flee in the chaos. It was anarchy. And she couldn’t help but feel responsible. If she’d had just held onto the Sword, if she hadn’t let it slip away, perhaps none of this would’ve happened.

In a twisted way, he really was a perfect match for Celina. I even smiled at him, just a little. “You, Celina, and John—each of you claims to be innocent. “My own brother, a woman I once loved, and my nephew. I’m not sure who to believe. “So here’s what I’ll do. I’ll lock the three of you together and let you decide among yourselves who deserves my trust. “I promise—I’ll let one person walk free. You have my word.” To make it more meaningful for them, I locked the three of them in the Stormbringers’ villa—in the same basement room where Bran once lived.

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?

Dino’s POV I had never opened those files in many years, not out of secrecy, but because they were covered with excessive blood. They sat on my individual server, and were kept, closed over three layers of clearance, any movement or conversation thereof being neither noticed nor recalled by anyone save the dead. I read them tonight, since the name of Drina was never to be forgotten, and because I felt that silence was beginning to be a crime. The screen was dimly lit in the dark office in which I poured myself a drink that I was not determined to take. The capital of Madrid was extending beyond the glass walls, breathing life, unaware of the ghosts breathing within my empire.

My legs wobbled, realisation dawning on me. “ Brother, don't scare her” the infamous duo said, their eyes still fixed on me. I swallowed hard at their words. I was doomed even before the war began. I can’t believe I just slept with the brutal Alpha Prince of the Trinity pack alongside the bloodthirsty duo. The infamous triplet of the Blood Trinity Kingdom. I thought I was miserable enough, until I heard his next words. Surely, the moon goddess hates me! I was surely doomed.

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.

Eldryn’s irises shimmered like dark glass, and her voice sank lower, softer. “Julianne… what are you?” Julianne felt drawn into something she doesn't know. It was almost like someone was in her memory space. “What?” “What are you?” Eldryn repeated. Julianne blinked rapidly. Her body felt slow, distant, like her limbs didn’t quite belong to her anymore. Her mouth opened. “I—I’m no one.” “What blood runs in your veins?” “I… don’t know.” “Who sent you here?” “No one,” she said. “I came because… I thought my father…”

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.