Unohana Bloodthirsty Novels & Stories

Sitting in my tiny room at the orphanage wondering why I was blamed for the death of the Luna. My bruised and broken little body can’t handle this pain. I try to stay on my side with the wounds on my back still bleeding. My name is Ella Morrighan and I’m the human slave in The Red Blood Pack. I was found in the woods as a baby. Werewolf packs don’t kill baby’s or pups(werewolf children). So I was sent to the orphanage. The orphanage mother is cruel and leaves the twin omegas in charge.

Twenty Four: The Power Play EIRA The Omega flushes, head bowed. “I’m only the messenger, Miss Eira.” And she scurries away. My jaw ticks, teeth grinding on each other. I know what this is. It’s a power play, because at the end of the day I’m still an Omega. Does Cassian know? I huff. Why do I even care? “How’s the Luna?” I ask Quentin. “What’s she like?” “She’s from Alpha blood, so she’s a Luna by birth, and as strict as they come.” Quentin shrugs. “I’ve never really had any issues. She’s great at being Luna.”

Kael was the seventh. He was not the cruelest. That honour belonged to his sister, Vael, whose laughter could crack stone. He was not the most powerful — that was their father, the Warlord Eternal, whose name no mortal tongue had ever spoken and survived. Kael was simply the most thorough. Methodical. He came to battlefields like a physician comes to the sick — with precision, with purpose, with a complete absence of mercy. He had never bled. Had never wept. Had never lay awake in the dark reaching for something he could not name.

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

“What's going on here?” Isabella looked at Aamon who was on the floor and scoffed. “Aw, is someone hungry for real blood?” She looked up again at Hadassah. “I’d tread carefully if I were you. Your friend here can't protect you. His self-induced diet from human blood makes him weaker in the presence of human blood. He's fighting his blood lust now.” Hadassah cast a worried glance at Aamon but quickly returned her gaze back to Isabella, her grip firm on the pistol.

I watch in absolute horror as a thin line of crimson blood trickles down Aichonne's neck, matching the path of Celine's silver blade. The sight is an aberration; a cruel unnatural reflection that defies the laws of nature and it chills my blood more than the frozen winds of the Frostpeak Highlands ever could.

And they were ruthless! Blood drenched the salty air. And Luna, who is watching them, was clenching her fist tightly. Something inside her was awakened! Seeing those blood spilled on the ground, the sound of katana clashing with each other, her breathing was intense as if the moves she had just witnessed weren’t new in her eyes. In fact, they were so familiar that her body was reacting to it! She came back to her senses when she heard a shout from Marino. “Stop saying nonsense, you arrogant!”

His hot blood gushes, spraying me in the face and all over my uniform, and like a savage I smile when it does. “Alpha Manzitti and Luna Helenngelina of the Onyx River send you their regards,” I tell him, smiling as I bury my dagger into his stomach right up to the hilt. He makes an unpleasant gurgling sound in his throat before coughing blood up, large clots which splash my boots. I yank my dagger free and watch as his t-shirt changes to a deep crimson colour within seconds. I think he is dead before he drops to the floor. “That’s for all women everywhere who deserve to live without fear.”

ALPHA AUGUST POV Where were all these neonates coming from? I should have had more warriors with us. More were on their way, but they weren't going to get here fast enough. Bishop was trying to decapitate one of the bloodsuckers just as Athena jumped off Liam's back onto one of their shoulders, removing its senses so Liam could rip its head off. "Mine," Bishop growled, jealousy seeping out of all orifices ready to take Liam's head off.

"Blood." "Fresh." Kael opened his eyes. "Hers?" "No." "Human." "Male." Another pause. "The scent matches Marcus Holt's file." *Marcus.* He turned. The wind hit his jacket. Pulled at him. And for a moment he allowed himself to feel the full shape of what was coming. The moon. The marking. The woman who had arrived in his town carrying a bloodline that would draw every old enemy he had straight to her door. She had come here looking for her brother.