Novel & Cerita Unholy Blood Read

“Please help my mommy!” Her plea tugged at my heartstrings. I looked up as the fight ensued among us. What was she doing here? The woman was naked, apparently having shifted from her wolf form after an injury. She was fading quickly, and there was only one thing I could think of to do; feed her my blood, something that was practically forbidden. Sharing blood with a wolf was unheard of. I had already done that once and yet here I was attempting to do it yet again and this time with a stranger.

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Her mother’s handwriting filled the pages. Most entries were normal, lists of chores, thoughts about Olivia’s childhood, feelings about Ethan’s family. But halfway through the book, the words changed. The writing grew frantic, desperate. The sisters call me again. I gave the oath, but I fear it will not end with me. They demand blood. Always blood. Olivia’s skin prickled. Her mother had been part of a secret society. One bound not by loyalty… but by blood. She read on, and her stomach dropped.

It didn’t scream. That was worse. I unfolded it slowly. The words swam for a moment before settling. My sweet girl, If you are reading this, then I have failed you in the only way that matters. I wanted to believe that loving you would be enough to keep you safe. I was wrong. There are men who use blood as ownership and memory as a weapon. If one of them ever tells you that you belong to him—know that he is lying. You belong only to yourself. My throat closed.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

his blue eyes glued down at my blood, and then, I saw a flash of red inside those blue orbs but it left as soon as it came. Weird, they all are weird. But I know one thing, I shouldn't be scared. Father is a priest, a god's man, so he is not capable of doing anything bad, he couldn't even touch other women, let alone hurt someone, or me. And others, they're spies and they kill people. But I know they'll never hurt me. However, today it felt so strange, I've never seen them act this way before, it's very scary. Was it because of my blood, but why my blood will affect any human, it's not like they are vampires, vampires don't exist anyway, everyone knew they are just a myth.

My juices were coating them. I felt I have comitted a grave sin. I felt mortified. He is my soon to be step brother and I thought of him in ways I shouldn't be thinking.... I fu*ked up and now I have no idea how I will recover from the new desire which I built for him tonight. At first, it was a mere crush but now it developed into a desire, pleasure, needs and wants. This is unholy.

Slowly, I unfolded the pages and began reading. The deeper my eyes moved across the text, the colder my entire body became. It was a contract. An official contract between my mother and an organization called La Trinità delle Zanne. My pulse slammed violently against my ribs. I read every line twice, unable to believe what I was seeing. An oath of secrecy. A blood pact. Mentions of shifters possessing rare abilities. Ancient bloodlines. Primordials. Royal descendants. My breathing became shallow. I didn't fully understand what kind of dark organization this was, but deep inside me, instinct screamed the truth before my mind could even process it.

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

It felt like it was going to explode; I could feel my breasts calling out for him as he caressed my clit. "You're so soft," he said as he opened my legs so wide, making my pussy face him. His tongue made its way to my tiny clit, causing my legs to shake so badly. Damn, I could see his strong dick pointing at me; it felt like it was calling me. He slid in gently, I felt both pain and pleasure as each thrust were slow and gentle. The sweetness was that my first time is with a man so handsome and a billionaire It stuck on me, I just had sex with my boss;