Unholy Blood Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Instinctively, my hand rested on the hilt of my sword as I stepped beside him. He picked up the first book on the stack: The Compendium of the First Blood. It was a book so old its pages were made of cured vellum that should have lasted ten thousand years. I watched as he opened it and gasped. Cold rushed through my veins—the book was mutilated. "This is the chapter about the ancient evils," Orion commented as he flipped the pages. It seemed like something, or someone, had reached into the book and torn off the pages with claws. I suppressed the anger bubbling to the surface at such damage done to something so historical.

“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.

With the lives that will link from one person to another, shall HE say? “Let’s begin with the first chapter of this book.” With a snap from HIM that echoes and engulfs everything for a second into the darkness. The light of the tainted red blood moon is eminent into the hour and supposed to be the time of the early day. To the time that freezes, the people that are taken into a full stop from the disaster that they escape unto the nick of their hair. The surroundings and everything around that are tainted with the mix of black and red from the family line that drops within it. She is somehow frozen in place, back unto the wall, eyes that can see everything as she took the cloth out from the

However, If I told her that the guy has a strange appearance, she will definitely say that it's a vampire and make a fuss about it. Come to think of it again, I didn't even had a chance to know his freaking name. Whatever. It'll be just useless when I know his name but not his outward form since he hid it by wearing black cap and jacket. I feel strange and uncomfortable somehow because of that shitty. “Here.” She said and handed me one glass of water. I wouldn't have even noticed her if she hadn't spoken yet. After I drank it, she took it from me and put it aside.

I lifted my eyelids and tried to focus on Jinx shaking his head and mumbling about something not being good. "The beast infected Noah's shadow wolf's blood. It's going to alter his DNA and mind and hopefully not cause his darkness to overrun him," Dagon murmured in regret. I looked up at him and said no. My eyes closed and I must have fainted. I woke up again sometime later with an IV in my arm and gold blood flowing within it. I sat up and glanced around the pack room in my lodge that still stood. The blood was bagged and not from a living source. I yelled out and a lovely woman came in. I recalled that her name was Sara. She came in and started to remove the needle from my arm.

Chapter 51: The Blood Oath The rain came down in cold sheets, washing the blood from the streets but doing nothing to cleanse the night of the terrible atrocities. In the shadows of the city, Evelyn Hawthorne’s empire filled with quiet fury, the balance of power wobbling as every move was countered by unseen hands.

I turned through chapters detailing old human mountain myths—stories of wild mountain spirits, unaccounted electrical storms, and ancient border skirmishes between forgotten clans. Then, my fingers froze over a chapter near the middle of the book. The heading was handwritten in dark black ink: The Legendary White Healer. My breath hitched in my throat. I leaned closer to the desk, my heart hammering against my ribs as my eyes scanned the old, faded lines.

She stared at the baby. ...she won't be his first love anymore. Lyra frowned. Then what will she be? The Mother whispered, His first enemy. Aiden suddenly screamed. A black crown appeared above his head. The universe began collapsing around them. And from inside Aiden's tiny body came a woman's voice. Finally... The First Heart laughed. I have a body. End of Chapter 127

Maybe seeing me this way would turn him off, maybe then he would see me for the monster I was and finally give up this pathetic fantasy. Instead, he came closer to me seemingly unfazed, reaching his hand towards my face. I stood there unmoving and without stopping him like my head was telling me to, curious to what his intentions were. My eyes narrowed instinctively as his fingers caressed my chin moving slightly in an upward motion. The familiar tingle followed his movements. I realized he was wiping some blood away that had dripped from my mouth. His fingers lingered on my lips as I watched his eyes glow with intensity and I imagined he was witnessing mine darkening at the same time. I gra

Despite the scorching heat from boiling, the chief priestess raised the gallipot heavenward with her bare hands and muttered ancient spells. “You may come.” She said and Kaelric stood up, ambling towards her. “Give me your palm,” she said and he obeyed, setting his open hand over hers. Grasping his hand, the chief priestess sliced a sharp knife over his palm and without a flinch, Kaelric watched his blood flow into the boiling gallipot, merging with the child’s blood and forming a blackened clump. The chief priestess laughed once, “ha!” and snapped her fingers as a priestess quickly wrapped his hand with a strip of clean linen to soak up the wound.