Trinity Blood Novels Novels & Stories

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

He had his gun in his hand. One bullet between the eyes. He wanted it. He wanted his vengeance. He wanted blood on the ice. He wanted justice. But would it be? Or would it just be murder? If he went over to the other side, could he come back again? Ashley and Maddie were in the back of the ambulance. They would hear the shot. They would know. He held his gun, swore at the half-conscious man, and punched the ice next to his head so hard with his free hand he cracked it. He was just pulling back his bloodied fist when Bing reached him.

This sensation stirred a passionate flame within us, a flame ignited by our boundless curiosity and a burning desire to decode the enigmas that had always connected us. As we methodically examined the myriad of ancient scrolls and painstakingly penned manuscripts that lay before us, each new piece of information caused our eyes to widen in astonishment. Words, penned many centuries prior, seemed to weave a narrative that hinted at the depth of our bond, a connection that had endured the relentless march of time and continued to draw us closer. Celeste, her voice a gentle whisper, conveyed her amazement and trepidation, her emotions a tumultuous blend of exhilaration and apprehension. Graspin

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

So I'm not the only one? “So Elvira, be careful. I don't want to say this but there's a possibility that you will experience again that nightmare.” She said and held my hand tightly. But how will I stopped that nightmare? “You probably wondering how will you solve that but I don't know how. There are many new things happening in this world and reported countless of deaths. They say, vampire is the reason behind of those murdering because of the bites found on the corpses. But I hope that is not true. Because the thing that created by god and the thing that created by evil can never coexist in the same world.” She added.

As he turned us slowly and we started dancing, my gaze instantly caught something that was a little fat off. A young servant girl carrying a tray of wine glasses was backing away from two older lords. One of the lords had his hand pressed to the pillar right beside her head, blocking her path while the other casually reached into his coat and slipped a small glass bottle into the wine pitcher on her tray. In Ashmoor, my brother’s men used that exact poison trick to quiet servants. “Tristan,” I whispered softly. He blinked, caught off guard by my sudden use of his name without his title. “What?”

Only a few. But I see potential in one soul. A woman. I have, ever since her first incarnation. And back then, her name was...Drina. And unfortunately, like most inspirational stories, hers started in the darkest of all places. Drina was a tortured soul in her first life. A life, which has come to shape her soul now. Where are we in incarnation thirteen you ask? Well, let me show you... Xandra Kallan

But now—together. All of us. Storm and blood. Mortal and divine. Ready. **MY BLOOD WIZARD SYSTEM** **Book 1: Storm Academy Arc** **Interlude – New Blood, Old Flames** **Riley Kane & Thorne POV – August 2032 – Storm Academy Gates** The portal from Baton Rouge spits them out onto a cobblestone path lined with cherry trees that shouldn’t be blooming in August.

The royal family had always had plenty of minions, but I had never imagined them to mostly still be alive. Trinity tore away from me, rushing towards them and leaping on the first one she reached, tearing into their necks. I went after her, trying to keep her from being overwhelmed by them. I killed vampire after vampire. Then, I felt the Blood Ancestor’s presence in the world, like a ripple of power through the air. I ground my teeth and quickly dispatched the last two vampires before I grabbed Trinity.

Before blood soaks my chest and pools around me, hot liquid comes out of me. “Ethan! Despite the commotion, her piercing, terrified voice reaches me. In my hazy vision, an angelic visage darts back and forth over me. I point my finger at her cheek, but my arm stays still. "I anticipated that you would be my downfall, Princess." Then the world went completely black as my eyes rolled back in my head. Yet I smiled, thinking that the last thing that I saw was .... My wife.