Unholy Blood Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The pulse of the dream, the battlefield, the blood, the Book of Chaos, had awakened within him. In his hands, it appeared. The Book of Chaos hovered above his palms, pages slick with shadowy blood, pulsing, alive, reacting to his every heartbeat. His lips parted, voice rasping with a hunger that set even angels on edge. “Everything… blood… death… I want it all…” Raine stumbled backward into Alexander's arms, Lilith gasped, and even the Archangels froze under the weight of a primordial power filling the room. Especially Zadkiel, Michael and Gabriel who saw the book, their eyes widened as they all looked at it.

Something else is going on. The pain was awful, like every tiny part of my body was screaming as I was twisted and changed against my will. It felt like who I even was was being violently changed inside me, in every little cell. I dropped to my knees on the hard, cold stone. I couldn't see anymore, and the whispers got louder and kept talking, like a chorus of ancient voices that felt a little familiar, telling me what was happening during this awful, terrifying process. "Awaken, child of the blood… the blood remembers its birthright… the mark will guide your path… the power will be unleashed… embrace your destiny..." Child of the blood? What blood? What mark? I don't understand any of this!

A voice poured through me, raw and ancient, ripping the air apart as it spoke: “She is not yours. She will not kneel. The gods have lied.” The banners tore. The altar cracked. Oil caught fire. In her womb, something shifted. Something that should never have been blessed. Gasps rose around me. Glyphs spiralled into the air like black-flamed roots. They didn’t burn — they bled. I couldn’t stop the collapse. My knees buckled, my vision went white, and the words came unbidden from my mouth: > “The Hollow-Blood stirs beneath your feet.

She spun, searching for a hiding spot, but her eyes locked on something lying in the center of the room. A journal. Old. Leather bound. Her mother’s handwriting carved into the cover. She picked it up with shaking hands and opened it. The first page read: THE OATH DEMANDS BLOOD. YOURS IF NECESSARY. She swallowed hard and flipped the page. And froze. Because the next entry wasn’t her mother’s handwriting. It was hers. But from a night she didn’t remember. “The ritual begins when the mind sleeps. We obey without knowing. We complete what the bloodline commands.”

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

What I didn’t read in my books, or see in the stars coming, was Father Jose turning to face me and his hands wrapped around my neck, choking the life out of me. “Fuck!” I coughed out, feeling like I might pass out anytime soon. But that didn’t stop me from slicking up. It didn’t stop my nipples from hardening and for my walls to be clenching around nothing precisely. “How dare you tempt a man of God?” He growled at me, his eyes darkening as if something darker had possessed him. And just when I was about to lose my consciousness, he let go. I gasped for air, coughing slightly.

the Ahpla break my curse by giving me back my humanity Chapter One There's a knock on my door. My eyes are still glued to the TV screen; I have no desire to open them. But, I have to wake up now. Because tomorrow is the day when everything begins again: the ceremony. It's the ceremony in which Ahlahna and her family will offer their blood sacrifice to the gods. I have already agreed to meet her parents at the hospital to talk about everything I'm going to lose after the ceremony.

Might as well read through what Marcus brought her and try to distract herself. As she sorted through the books and made a list of what she wanted to read first, she found a small leather book with no title or decoration. She opened it, and discovered the pages were handwritten. There was no title, no author listed. The handwriting was very neat, but it was a calligraphy style she wasn't entirely familiar with. She was able to read the first few words, but it took some time to decipher. The opening lines read, "What follows is a close examination of the properties of Blood Magic and how to perform such works. This instruction is most important for the Children of Lilith, and it can only be u

Chapter 6: The Price of Power Karina stood at the center of the dimly lit chamber, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest. Her fingers tingled with the strange, foreign power that surged beneath her skin. The bloodline—her blood—was the key to something far darker than she had imagined. But the deeper she felt into it, the clearer it became: this wasn’t just a ritual. This was a war—one that would cost her everything, but one she could win.

“I was tempted—so many times. In the bathroom at work, in the elevator, even on the walk here. My panties were soaked just thinking about last night… but I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.” His eyes darkened with approval. “Good girl.” He pointed at the stone floor in front of the open repentance book. “Kneel. Read the next chapter. And make sure I hear every single word.” I slid off the chair and dropped to my knees. The cold stone bit into my skin through my pencil skirt, but the discomfort only made me wetter. My voice started steady as I read the holy words about denying the flesh and offering every impure urge to God. But then his hands were on me.