Venus Blood Ragnarok Novels & Stories

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.

She drank wolfsbane not to kill herself, but so that her body will turn dependent on her blood. “It can be any Luna’s blood, right? It doesn’t have to be Raven’s,” Savina asks with a hopeful voice. She doesn’t want Raven to be forced to give her blood on somebody who had done bad things to her in the past. The pack doctor was silent for a while before answering. “It will only work if the blood belongs to her Luna. If the blood came from a different Luna, her body would repel the given blood.” Everyone’s eyes turned to Raven again this time. Celia’s life is now in her hands. It’s up to her if she agrees to give Celia her blood or not.

With this information, I can reunite Anna with her Mum. Hey Boss, yeah, Kelly come on in. This came in today and I think it's the smoking gun we need to close the Wilson case (Maria Wilson, a 30-year-old single mother was allegedly involved in the burglary of a jewelry store in Greenwood that resulted in the death of the business owner. Maria was arrested and sent to jail separated from her daughter and will give anything to see her daughter again). Hmmmn, this is good Kelly, let's use this to bring Maria home and unite her with her daughter. Thanks Boss.

How much more if he was enduring it while he is fighting? I closed my eyes. I hope he can end this for us. "Analisse? Analisse!" Diane yelled, that's when I felt a heavy sensation around me. The fight was about to end, who's gonna win? Alpha Dimian just exhausted his dark power, that's what Alpha Zidian, Mr. Garmon and Mr. Calixto wants this to happen. And now, they were about to blow him the final attack. Though my eyes were closed, I could feel those things around me. I know what's happening to them at this moment? I smiled, yes, the Blood Moon pack is going to win. "Hey, Analisse?" Diane is still calling me, afraid that I might die right now.

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

she snorted coldly and then said, “I guarantee you will never see her again.” Ragnar’s eyes turned dark again. He was at the very edge of letting Raven have a blood feast. But he controlled himself as he knew it would endanger Elena’s life and because Lennie was the fucking dragon princess. Any damage inflicted on her might cause wars between the two countries. He could never solve this through violence. He quickly turned around and strode upstairs without even looking at her. Raven was so pissed off. His eyes were almost bleeding blood. “Let me kill that bitch!! No one can threaten me like that!! No one!!!” he snarled.

“I don’t need you and I certainly don’t need Khai. I don’t anyone to rule this world, because it is all mine alone. It was fun while it lasted, you fuck pretty good too.” Ragnar’s eyes met mine and my heart stopped when he shot me a grateful smile. The breaking of bones, tearing of flesh and Ragnar’s yell of pain filled the entire fortress. I watched his chest tear open, his heart, ribs and other organs spilling into the floor before the rest of him scattered. “No!” I screamed, my throat clogging. Tears filled my eyes as pain bubbled up in my chest. The last thing I saw was Sorava’s hand aiming at me before it all went dark.

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo

. Part of him wanted to indulge in forbidden envy and drink human blood. Worse still, he realized that the black thing had always been there, just waiting for the things in Wulfen's cup to bring it out to make it stronger. And now Ragnar wasn't sure he could stop her from consuming it, even if he wanted to. For dozens of heartbeats it stood there, fighting with itself and struggling for control. It was as fast and fierce and deadly a fight as the one he had just had with Strybjorn, and he knew the outcome was just as important. He fought for control, looking for a way to bind the beast. He forced himself to remember all the unfinished business he wouldn't do if he surrendered to the beast. H