Unwanted Celina Blood Novels & Stories

The instinct to protect what was his. Even from his own blood. Especially from his own blood. --- He tracked the scent to the east wing of the old house. The part no one used. Where the roof leaked and the floorboards remembered footsteps from decades ago. Elias was waiting. Of course he was. Men who left warnings in dead men's handwriting liked to watch them land. "She's dangerous." Elias didn't turn from the window. Below, the town moved through its morning, unaware. "The bloodline."

“This is insane. They’re sending you into the danger zone with the four most unpredictable people alive.” I folded a shirt. “Three unpredictable people.” She frowned. “Right. Gabriel’s just mysterious on purpose.” I didn’t argue. My heartbeat kept rising, falling, then rising again. Every time I tried to slow down, my mind dragged me back to Fenrir’s voice. No matter what happens. The words played like a broken loop in my head. Celina finally sighed and sat on my bed. “Sel… does this have something to do with the book?” I froze mid-motion.

"Because I have three more healers willing to testify that you never showed any signs of pregnancy. Never came to them for prenatal care. Never…" "Stop this!" Lysandra screams. "Stop this right now!" But Cassian doesn't stop. He's just getting started. And I realize with dawning horror what I'm witnessing. This isn't a celebration. This is an execution.

The cold is numbing. Celina let out a strangled cry, head thrown back and falling to her knees. What was she going to do now? ***

Natalie was afraid that she wouldn't be able to control her emotions. So, she quickly lifted her head and blinked hard, fearing that her tears would fall. "How did you find out about this?" Natalie tried to steady her voice. "When Celine donated her blood to you, I found it too coincidental that you both had the same blood type. Later on, when news of Celine abandoning her daughter for her selfish dream came out, I felt that something was off. "So, I immediately had someone look into Celine's background. But what surprised me was the picture of Celine when she was young," Henry began.

Her lips parted, like she wanted to argue, but she only nodded once, her eyes still shining with the storm I couldn’t stop. Behind her, Kellen’s smirk was faint, infuriating. He had planted the seed. And he knew it. I pulled Celine closer, my grip firm, my voice low enough for her alone. “You think finding out you’ve got blood left in this world will set you free? It won’t. Not from me.” Her breath hitched, her gaze flicking away. And that was enough for now. But deep inside, the unease stayed, gnawing at me. Because Kellen wasn’t lying. And I knew it.

Her body is chilling and almost stiff. Avery’s heart started thumping as she stared at her dear friend. With trembling hands, she checked her vitals. At that moment, she released a scream that caused the two security guards to rush into the room. “Celina is dead! How could that happen?” “What happened to Celina? Did anyone come into her room after Evanston was gone?”

She turned to look at Cecelia. Cecelia quickly brought out her phone to check. She was equally confused. Her eyes suddenly widened. The headlines read: “Secrets About the New Actress Elowen Whitemere.” Another one read: “It Has Been Revealed That New Actress Elowen Whitemere Ran Away From Home to Live With a Man.” Another headline said: “The Disabled New Actress Isn’t as Innocent as We Thought.” Below the news were videos of Elowen and Lucien kissing, along with several pictures of them together.

I felt a hand clamp over my mouth, and his thick arm wormed its way under my shirt. I bit down, hard, on his rough palm, causing him to grunt in pain. In the next moment, my mom's voice crackled through the phone again, sounding startled, impatient, and scornful. "Rachel, you're so shameless! Seducing men and making sure I hear it? Really?" I wanted to scream, to beg her for help, but his hand smothered every desperate breath, sealing in my pleas. Seconds later, Wendy smirked coldly as she smashed the phone under her heel, then turned and sauntered out, leaving only the cloying scent of her perfume hanging in the air, along with her venomous whisper.

As I stepped inside the large space, I could almost inhale the power of my rule—a heady scent indeed. I was almost settled when the door sprang open, and Octavia shoved Celia Forward. Dante flung the bag she was escaping with on the floor as he matched forward. “We found her at the train station buying tickets to board,” He assured me. How could she think she'd be able to escape me in a city where I have many eyes and ears? I could feel the rage burning inside Celia as Octavia forced her down onto her knees. She winced as she landed a bit too hard on the floor. “Get your hands off me.” She protested, shrugging Octavia’s hands off her shoulders.