Unholy Blood Book Novels & Stories

Francesco My hands trembled as I placed them on The Black Book. This isn't going to be easy. But I have to do it. I sucked in a sharp breath and flipped open the cover. Deadly Sins. Wild Secrets. Mafia Rules. Do You Dare To Enter? A chill ran down my spine. What the hell does that mean? I swallowed hard and turned the first page. Nothing. A frown creased my forehead. I flipped to the next. Still nothing.

Their bodies began to shake violently as it jerk uncontrollably while blood started pouring from their noses, mouths, eyes, ears, and even their fingertips. As the blood flowed from the three children, it did not touch the ground. Instead, the crimson droplets hovered in midair as if it was controlled by an unseen force. Slowly, the blood drifted across the clearing and gathered above the ritual table before pouring itself into the empty bowl resting at its center. The bowl began vibrating violently, and faint crimson symbols slowly emerged across its surface. “Vareth na solum iraka ven… Morath el’shira ven torak nai…

Robby called out to me as she walked up beside me and passed me a pair of basketball shorts. Forgetting that I was still naked, I gave her a thank-you nod and slipped on the shorts. Slightly more embarrassed than I hoped she had noticed, I quickly turned my attention back to the child lying dead in front of my packhouse territory. "She had been completely stripped of all her organs and drained of all her blood. Then sewn back up to look like nothing had happened. The only monster that could have done something this awful is an old bloodsucker." Dr. Robby pointed at a barely noticeable incision on the girl's upper torso.

Grab your popcorn, cancel your plans, and buckle up - this ride is about to get WILD! Ava & Orion's chapter may be closed... But Holly? She's obsessed. And poor David Hunt (aka Mason)? He has no idea what's coming. It's steamy. It's forbidden. It's a full-blown scandal you won't be able to put down. The Book 2 is now available - "Twisted Devotion" Exclusively available on Readink or NovelFlow!!

This room held everything the Council ever feared might be used against them. I lit the first lantern. Then the second. And the third. The light filled the room like quiet fire. I moved to the far wall and ran my hand across the stone. Whispered an old command. A hidden panel slid open. Behind it? A black book wrapped in chains. The Blood Registry. The real one. Not the copy the Council approved. This one had every bloodline. Every connection. Every buried truth. I set it on the table and broke the seal. Raymond’s name wasn’t in it.

he said, gingerly lifting it and holding it out to her. Caitlin held the piece of torn parchment, feeling it crinkle in her hands, and held it up to the torchlight. It was a torn page, perhaps from a book. With all of its delicate symbology, it looked like a piece of art in its own right. “It is the missing page to the Holy Book,” McCleod explained. “When you find the book, that page will be complete. And when it is, you will find the relic we are all searching for.”

“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.

“Millennia ago, in the midst of a war among species, many creatures sought to conquer and rule the world for themselves. Among them were horrific beings who desired only darkness and shadow. These beings dwelled in the deepest abysses of the earth, without a ruler to restrain them. Wolves, witches, and vampires, recognizing the imminent danger, decided to unite in a unanimous pact before the rift of the underworld. In an act of sacrifice, they abandoned their malicious and corrupted sides. They offered their blood, strength, and magic, using a pure shell as the vessel for that power. A…” I fell silent. The words in the book struck me like lightning, leaving me shaken and trembling at the rev

Further down the corridor was a cellar, which is where Bloodstain's den was. Guila walked to her bed and pulled out a black-covered book. It wasn't heavy or too thick. That was the only book she could save from being destroyed. The last book about the story of the first lycanthropist. It tells how it all happened and gives details about the moon goddess and her history with him.

“And you get even more provocative with coffee. How many cups today?” “Only three. But I brought books. And promises of civilized conversation.” He opened the bag, pulling out a few titles, including a copy of The Origin of Lost Bloods, about Celtic mythology and sacred blood. “If I didn’t know what you are, I’d think you were a historian with a witch fetish,” she commented, picking up the book. “I only have a fetish for one,” he replied, lower. Before the sentence could fade, the air in the mansion trembled.