Novel & Cerita Unholy Blood Read

I exhale loudly and make to snap the book shut but the sharp end prick my finger. With a hiss under my breath, I press my finger tightly as tiny drops of blood trickles down. The blood drops on the page and like a mystery, words begin to form, unraveling themselves. I watch with shock, my heart pounding against my ribcage at the swirling letters that aren't there before. As soon as it starts, the strokes end. I glance warily at my finger which has healed instantly and with my pulse spiking, I read the words; ‘Rare is the blood born beneath the crimson gaze of the moon,

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.

​The hunger was still there, but now, it was met with a war cry of divine vengeance. The predator had finally found something that could bite back. ​Will Dave’s insatiable thirst for her blood consume her completely, or has Laura’s hidden power just signaled the beginning of a battle that will tear the abyss apart? The seal is broken, and the hunt has only just begun.

“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.

Damn this woman, she’s going to make me blow my load twice in the span of less than an hour and I am more than here for it. My tongue finally finds her breasts as I pull that dress down her body so that it’s pooled under them, revealing the perfect view of her body. She’s not wearing any bra, and damn me, but did I really not notice before? Another chuckle escapes me as I gorge on the view, my eyes never getting enough of it, of the fact how unapologetic she is about the whole thing. She just waits for me, eyes on fire, her body moving slowly, mindlessly, to meet mine, seeking friction again and I am gobsmacked. Never in my life have I seen someone so perfect, so… secure in their own skin, s

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

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…

Blood wells up instantly, thick and dark, dripping onto the pristine white carpet under my feet. I stare at the red pooling in the crease of my hand, mixing with the spilled wine. It’s messy, it’s stupid, but for a single, desperate moment, I feel like I’m in control again. I chose this wound. The air shifts. I don’t even hear the door open, but I feel his presence like a drop in temperature. Dominik stands in the doorway, studying the blood welling from my palm. “You’re hurt,” he murmurs, his voice low and even as he walks over to me.

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He didn't know much about holy blood. William laughed lightly, he turned to face Christoper. "All right, I'll explain. Holy blood is precious blood for the vampire nation. There are only a few humans in various worlds who have that blood, and if a vampire drinks that blood. He will be immortal and will not be able to die even with the weapon I have, his strength will also increase ... " " Enough! I understand, and I will not let Edward succeed in carrying that holy blood. " Christoper clenched his fists, his jaw hardened to hold back his anger.