Unholy Blood Read Novels & Stories

I was too sleepy when I read that book earlier, so I didn't finish it. I have a lot of questions about what is happening now. Noah followed me into the study, and as he watched me rummage through the bookshelves, he came over and reached out to pick me up. "I want to be with you, but I don't want you to be like Angelina, I can risk my life with anything, but I won't risk your life." Noah said to me gently. I got the book and looked at it carefully. Finally, a piece of paper was found in the cover's compartment, which recorded about the awakening of the Blood's natural power.

The sound of it was really dirty. It made my face get hot and my body feel like it wanted him again. Then he turned me over onto my back like I did not weigh anything. He got up. He was standing over me. I could see that his shirt had a big stain of blood on it.. His eyes, those really dark eyes just looked at me with a lot of desire. “Up,” he commanded, voice rough. He didn’t wait. One large hand fisted in my hair, not yanking, but guiding me firmly to my feet. My legs shook. Cum dripped down the inside of my thigh in a slow, filthy trail.

Her blood was not entirely human anymore. I don't know what exactly has changed though. It is not poison, nor is it demon blood, so what is it? Could it be... angel blood? No, I have only smelled it once but the scent was different. So what... I can't figure it out with just the smell, but if I taste it-.

Her skin seemed colder. Her lips were a bit blue and appeared to be a bit of blood inside her nostrils. My body shook with fear. Widened eyes refused to unseen the view. My heart leaped into my throat as I shrunk back and stood there voiceless. "She died seventy years ago, but even today, her blood flows out of her vein proves this place is cursed." His words throbbed inside me. I left with nothing but a numb body when he explained further.

Blood Ties BY TANYA HUFF This is a great series that creates a love triangle of amazing power and tension. Blood Trail, Blood Price, Blood Lines, Blood Pact, Blood Debt. Victoria Nelson is a former cop forced to leave the force because of vision loss. She becomes a private eye in Toronto who often works with an active-duty cop, Celluci, who is clearly romantically interested in her. But she also teams up with Henry Fitzroy, the gorgeous bastard son of Henry VIII — and a 400-year-old vampire. (He works as a romance writer in the books, and as a graphic novelist in the TV series.) The three of them solve crimes, almost always with a supernatural twist. But the best part in both the books and t

The windows fogged from the inside. Beneath my chest, the book was still open. But the last page had changed again. No words. Just one large symbol in the shape of a womb… with three drops of blood falling from it. And below that, one small line in a language I didn’t know—but somehow understood: “She who summons this blood will split the life-line and let darkness descend.” Footsteps echoed outside. Not party shoes. Not heels. But bare feet on marble. I held my breath. The door was unlocked.

It was an abandoned place now, thick with dust and silence, but the Priestess once mentioned that the truth of this kingdom lies where most fear to look—in forgotten ink. I moved quietly through the vast hallways lined with ancient tomes, their spines cracked, their secrets sealed for centuries. My fingers brushed over leather covers, brittle scrolls, and weathered stone shelves. I didn’t even know what I was looking for—until I saw it. A half-torn book, its cover scorched and faded. Title etched in blood-colored ink: “The Cursed Bloodline: History of the Black Lycan.” My heart skipped. I pulled it out with trembling hands, sitting cross-legged on the floor between the shelves. The pages ins

Killian gave Alys a curious glance but smartly backed up a bit for Aiden’s sake. “Now back to that book. It’s a book on mixed blood in general. All types of mixtures, hybrids, all that. Now it should be just around here…” Killian walked off back to the shelf he was at. “Ah ha! Here it is.” He exclaimed in triumph, pulling a large tome from the shelf. It looked very old and had a leather cover. Alys excitedly rushed over and tenderly reached out for the book taking it from him, Aiden had followed her and was looking at it over her shoulder.

“Let’s start the lesson.” We sat at the table. I had chosen a white blouse again, but this time I left four buttons undone from the beginning. The deep V showed the lace of my bra and plenty of cleavage. Alex’s eyes locked on it immediately. He licked his lips slowly. “Fuck… you’re really trying to kill me today again,” he muttered. “Please focus, Alex,” I said, opening the book. “Full attention for the whole hour. That was the deal.” He tried. For the first fifteen minutes he actually read the passage and took notes. But then his eyes started drifting again.

She opened to a page that had captivated her, and her heart raced as she read the first few aloud: “The Onyxwolf, final of the primal beasts: the world’s equalizer. “Here is the blood that is both a blessing and a curse, for every kiss it gives will either redeem or curse all it touches.” Serena froze, the breath catching in her throat. Her blood ran cold as she continued reading: