Unholy Blood Read Novels & Stories

But what made it different from the other books, was the ominous feeling that creep through my veins each time I held it. Blood. The word came to my head like a message, making me wondered why a demon was asking for blood again. Blood. "Of course." "Of course what?" Lily asked me, and I almost didn't know I muttered out. Without answering her question, I hurried for the dagger that was tucked well and always worn on my lower right leg. Blood. I quickly held the blade and might have caused some screaming and shouting from Lily and Mona once they saw me with a knife. Thrusting the blade to my palm, I waited for the blood to spill on the book. Nothing happened at first, but then the book opened

It was even bigger than the one at the mansion, filled with scrolls and books written in languages that my mind somehow understood instinctively. I found a thick book bound in dragon skin. The title read: "The Powers of the Pure Blood." I opened it eagerly. "The Pure Blood is the source of all life. Their blood can heal, but it can also destroy. When their emotions reach the peak, their true form awakens... The Crimson Eyes." "However, there is a price. Great power attracts great darkness. The Eclipse Cult seeks to use the Pure Blood to open the Gate of the Abyss. If the gate opens, all souls will be consumed..."

The expedition to break the curse leads to the road flowing with blood all the way, you have no choice but to do it anyway. After reading the preamble, Lord Yong hands were shivering to go to the next page that might have the full view of expedient. The part that made his stomach churn was the last line of the prologue and its mention of Blood. Lots of questions plagued the mind of Lord Yong at that moment. Taking a deep breath he finally managed to turn to the next page. A shudder went through his body seeing the illustrations, it was something bizarre and mysterious. He curiously started to read the words.

Horrified as I was, my mouth fell open when I saw how I was able to stand in the fire-which means, my feet were literally stepping on the fire! And it wasn't just that. There's something glowing in me. My wrist. What's more peculiar is that, the light is coming from a birthmark I've never seen before. In my seventeen years of existence, there's nothing in my body I didn't discover yet. So why do I have this strange birthmark all of a sudden? And why am I still alive until now? Look at yourself, Ophelia. You're still alive because fire isn't your enemy. In fact, it's the other way around.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

I could hear the faint hum of prayer from the main hall, voices rising in unity, unaware of the blasphemy happening behind the booth. He stepped closer, like he was still deciding whether to damn me or indulge me. "Look at me," he said. His hand touched my chin, tilting it up until our eyes locked. The heat in them wasn't holy—it was raw, carnal. "This isn't why you came to me, is it?" he asked. I shook my head slowly. "No, Father." "No," he repeated, almost to himself. "You came to be ruined." I didn't argue.

The priest reads out his officiating line, then he looks up at us, “If anyone here knows of any reason why this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” We all hold our breaths. Me especially. I can feel my hand itching to rise up, but I bite back my tongue, and shut my eyes. There is silence in the hall, and the priest is about to speak when a shadow appears at the door. I turn around, and watch as he walks through the hall, heading towards us. My eyes widen in shock, and terror. Sergei is here. Surely, he would not reveal my secret just because I ignored his texts, would he?

I said it all seems a little too convenient that Noah vanished and he didn't call us right away. "I will converse with the Goddess," she growled and I returned to eavesdropping. I clearly heard him say it wasn't angel flesh it was the golden blood she had gotten addicted to. I gritted my teeth and felt the green stone pulsating with my anger. I heard my child ask if her gold blood did something to him and he told her yeah. My heart dropped.