Unholy Blood Read Novels & Stories

She read all the contents of the book in a few minutes. "Beastman. That's what you call the people who had an ancient spirit beast's blood. Hansel and Hannah attracted a lot of spirit beasts when they were hurt. Spirit beasts desired the blood of an ancient spirit beast because it will make them stronger. They are two blood fighting inside Hannah and Hansel's body. One is the blood of a human and the other is the blood of an..." Soheila took down the book and gulped. "...ancient spirit beast." The bathroom suddenly opened and Soheila saw Theodore coming out wearing a thick black shirt and black pants. Theodore was wiping his wet hair using a towel as he walked towards Soheila and sat beside

Beth said ‘Hmmm, which do you think he would choose?” Arnold asked “He’d probably summon all the universal Leviathans” Rachael said “No, he wouldn’t dare” Beth said “And why” Uzor asked “They would destroy him and this world because he has no power over them” Beth said “He is keeping the blood for Bazel” Arnold said “Yes, he keeps the blood so he can use it against Bazel after their dream victory” Beth said ‘I see, so Lucifer plans on using the blood against Bazel” Uzor said

Chapter 51: The Blood Oath The rain came down in cold sheets, washing the blood from the streets but doing nothing to cleanse the night of the terrible atrocities. In the shadows of the city, Evelyn Hawthorne’s empire filled with quiet fury, the balance of power wobbling as every move was countered by unseen hands.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

Robby called out to me as she walked up beside me and passed me a pair of basketball shorts. Forgetting that I was still naked, I gave her a thank-you nod and slipped on the shorts. Slightly more embarrassed than I hoped she had noticed, I quickly turned my attention back to the child lying dead in front of my packhouse territory. "She had been completely stripped of all her organs and drained of all her blood. Then sewn back up to look like nothing had happened. The only monster that could have done something this awful is an old bloodsucker." Dr. Robby pointed at a barely noticeable incision on the girl's upper torso.

Gerard’s fingers drove deeper, knuckles stretching my rim, pushing past resistance as he began to fuck me with his hand, relentless, punishing. My back arched, a choked cry tearing from my throat as pleasure and pain collided. “Lydia was getting ripped by your uncle.” He added a second finger, then a third, stretching me wide, his palm grinding against my clit with each brutal inward thrust. “Right there in the bathroom. While your father’s body was still warm.” The confession hit me like a sledgecock to the chest. My mother… this woman, had been fucking my uncle in the very church where my father lay dead, while she was supposed to be mourning.

--- Ayana stood in Nelson's living room in the afternoon quiet after Cat left around 2 and looked around at the space that was now, temporarily or permanently, her home. Bare walls. Careful shelves. The couch had barely been used. The kitchen with its two mugs on the table — she'd left them there deliberately, some superstition about the morning, about not erasing the evidence that something had shifted. She went to the bookshelves. Ran her fingers along the spines. Social work texts. Philosophy. History. A worn copy of *Meditations* by Marcus Aurelius with the corners bent back. A Bible — different from her father's, less used, the kind kept for reference rather than comfort.

“Read it for yourself.” I grabbed the book, the knot in my stomach tightening. What was this about? I suddenly didn’t want to read it as I dreaded what I’ll find. She had gone straight to the page where the prophecy was written so I read it even if I didn’t want to. When the one who’s neither of the moon nor of the dark consumes the blood of the one who's of Lycan lineage, the beast of death shall rise and cause havoc upon all creatures of the earth.

Francesco My hands trembled as I placed them on The Black Book. This isn't going to be easy. But I have to do it. I sucked in a sharp breath and flipped open the cover. Deadly Sins. Wild Secrets. Mafia Rules. Do You Dare To Enter? A chill ran down my spine. What the hell does that mean? I swallowed hard and turned the first page. Nothing. A frown creased my forehead. I flipped to the next. Still nothing.

“Bedroom. Ours. Now.” They moved through the quiet house without turning on more lights. In the master bedroom Catherine undressed first, then Daniel. Sloane watched them both with dark, steady eyes. Catherine lay back against the pillows and pulled her daughter over her face. Sloane lowered herself onto her mother’s mouth with a shaky exhale. Catherine licked her open thoroughly—long strokes, tongue pushing deep—while Daniel moved behind Sloane, rubbed the head of his cock through her soaked folds, and pushed in to the hilt in one continuous thrust.