Unholy Blood Chapter 1 Novelas e Histórias

Without reading other chapters, Omega Yna opened Chapter 18 of the book The tittle of the chapter was boldly spelled out: THE CHOSEN ONE. Omega Yna exhaled and inhaled as she tried to calm her rapidly racing heart. She was scared to read the content of the chapter, she was scared to know the information that will either build her or destroy her. One could say that Omega Yna had the fear of the unknown, but to her this was bound to happen.

{ If you are able to read this, then know that only one drop of your blood can open the book of mystery. He kept quiet for a while before he started explaining again. " Cut your hand open, and let some of your blood spilled on it, only then the book will be open." As I was about to cut my hand open, and unbearable pain runs through my whole body and I heard her voice for the first time in a while. " Don't .. stop!" In a while, I was sitting with Chris. The next while I was in a dark zone inside of my head. In front of me was the other me - the one known as the dark luna.

The stench blood filled my nostrils making me run faster. I had to tell them. ♾ You've come to the end of this chapter. Thank you for reading Chapter Forty-One| Eclipse I Fight babies! Love, Coco

“Finish the ritual, son. Be united by the bonds of blood.” Erick took the cup from his mother and brought the cup to his lips. He drank one gulp and then held it to my lips. I looked at him nervously. The only other time I had tasted blood, except for that fateful night when Emiel attacked us, was when I fell down the stairs as a child and uprooted a tooth. I wasn’t really a fan of that weird salty taste. But this was ritual, so I took the cup from Erick, threw back my head, and gulped down the remaining blood. Thankfully, there wasn’t much to drink. As I swallowed it down with much difficulty, another round of cheers sounded. This time, it was louder than ever.

Disclaimer: This chapter has blood and violence. Viewer discretion is advised. You have been warned. "Good you are successful in calling me I see. Now let me look at you clearly first since I could not see you clearly when I was in my domain." My body started to glow a red hue but it only lasted for a moment.

For a little while everything will seem to go back to normal but then inevitably her sexual partners won’t be able to satisfy her new unrelenting sexual hunger that her body just couldn’t forget and the sight of blood making her horney will cause her shame and humiliation. Then just like a new junkie in search of her next high she will seek out dangerous men she never would have considered, trying to shashiate her body's hunger but just like the drug addict that feeds on her she will never be able to get enough. Her lovers will rough her up, leaving her empty and broken. Eventually, she will do anything for a fix, causing her to seek out cosplaying freaks with fake fang implants that will le

Chapter 114 Legendary *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** Leila saw blood. Hunter… Hunter is hurt. Worry began to rush into her veins – as fear started to succumb her heart. She was so worried about what might happen to Hunter. Especially when he tried getting up – the very moment he saw her. Leila bit her lower lip – as she felt the sting of her wound in her arm.

"You drank it, my blood, pure vampire blood. Now you are part of the Haltz Clan and my right hand." Al immediately wiped his mouth roughly, "Why are you being so arbitrary!?" he said annoyed. "Oh yeah...? That's just how I am," he replied coldly. #to be continued in Chapter 3.1 - Ignored

Lucien shared a look with Eirene, mouthing a playful ‘thank you’ to her. “Let’s get on with it”, Dorian cleared his throat. “Isolde, you have some information for us?” “Yes, there’s been a report. A potential anomaly”, she reported. “A human woman. Name: Zaria Monroe. She’s a medical student and she was working at St. Asella when the explosion victims were brought in.” Lucien arched his brow. “And what makes her…anomalous?” Lady Isolde gave him a cold hard look before responding. “She healed a dying man. With her hands, no transfusion, no invocation. Simply life, where there should have been death.”

I pushed the door, expecting it to be locked, but it creaked open, revealing a small room lit by a single candle. The air inside was thick, smelling of dust and old paper. Shelves lined the walls, stuffed with books and scrolls, their edges yellowed. A table sat in the center, cluttered with strange objects—a cracked crystal, a dagger with a wolf’s head hilt, a leather-bound book with no title. My fingers brushed the book, and that warmth stirred again, stronger, like a pulse. I opened it, my hands shaking. The pages were filled with handwriting, sharp and slanted, like it was written in a hurry. Words jumped out—Lycan blood, shadow-born, cursed wolf. My heart stopped. I skimmed faster, catc