Voice Of Blood Dramione Novels & Stories

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

"And she's going to start the destruction from within this pack. Just watch and see." I couldn't peek through the door to see who was speaking for fear of being seen. I did not recognize the scent. The person resumed talking. "You have heard the stories we heard when we were kids about what would happen when the bloodwolf is released." "But those are just fables our mothers used to scare us to sleep," Another voice said. Wait, I know this second voice. It is Betty Fulman. "It wasn't just stories," The first voice said. "They are true. And this blood wolf now must die! Whether she is Luna or not."

“So the substance Damon found…” “Came from him,” Rylan finished. “His blood. His venom.” Liam clenched his fists. “So she’s been using him.” Rylan shook his head. “It’s worse than that. She drained him. Took so much blood from him and ran witch experiments on him.” My chest tightened. “That’s why he’s violent?” “Yes,” Rylan said softly. “They couldn’t help him anymore. Whatever Selene did to him broke something inside.” I whispered, “Then why is he still alive?”

Leonardo murmured, his voice lower now, edged in something more than certainty—something deeper. I smirked, exhaling softly. “He already has.” Leonardo reached forward, brushing his fingers lightly over Orion’s hand, watching as our child curled his fist around the offered touch. Power wasn’t just ruled. It was inherited. And Orion had just claimed his place. Elena was gone, but the world didn’t remain silent. A new name surfaced—Dominic Renaud, a strategist from Geneva, a man whose influence stretched across European financial circles, but whose interests now centered on testing the strength of our reign.

I scream, reaching for him. But he's already changing. The Bloodwraith erupts from him in broad daylight, shadows exploding outward with enough force to knock Pyra back several feet. His eyes blaze red-silver, and when he speaks, his voice is layered with a dozen echoes. "You dare threaten what's mine?" He moves faster than thought, closing the distance to Pyra before she can react. His clawed hand closes around her throat, lifting her off the ground like she weighs nothing. "Kael, don't!" I shout. "Don't kill her!"

“No, no, they are not that smart.” Cecilia said and Luhan giggled for that. "I guess you like someone." Luhan said, furrowing his eyebrows. Damontry's face lit up and her eyes widened to look the other way. "Not one person." He said to join Luhan's sarcastic side. "Hey, stop, Damontry, eat." She stood up and brought a golden cup on the table. Of course Damontry could smell it. "Blood!" Cecilia nodded and handed the cup to Damontry, who raised him one sip as her eyes gradually began to change to black.

I gasped, clawing at the guards’ arms, but they held me steady. Then I felt it, wetness on my arm. I looked down. Blood poured from the injection site, thick and fast, running down my skin in crimson rivers. It spattered on the marble, bright against the black stone. My knees buckled. The guards tightened their grip, but my body sagged, weak and trembling. My vision tunneled. Somewhere far above me, Damien’s voice spoke, steady and merciless. “It is sealed.” The world tilted. My last sight before darkness claimed me was crimson drops spreading across the marble like blooming roses.

He gave me a shocked look" it's simple, my blood contains healing power , I'm Damon ,from the blood pack " " What...... Blood pack ? Did I just hear correctly? "With so much fear, I stood up and began running for my dear life ,no I wasn't prepared to die ,or have my blood sucked dry yet . He just stayed still looking at me as I ran and luckily I felt happy he wasn't coming after me " no wonder he's so fast " I looked back to check if he was still there ,but no ,he wasn't as I turned to continue running I forcefully bumped on him which made me crash-land on the floor immediately " what do you want from me ? "I asked him " I don't have any blood to spare ,so pls , get away from me ? "I screame

Draco greeted them and talked about the attack last time. "Whoever tries to hurt my wife would end up just like them," Though his voice was calm the threat in his tone laced the air with goosebumps. Fiona's eyes bounced across the hall. Jumping from Ezra, Adrian, and Kolton to Arthur and Dexter before falling on the man named Jacob. Adrian had told her about King Jacob of the Dark Blood kingdom. It was he who helped Draco in defeating King Curtis. Fiona couldn't help but notice that the werewolves and humans all were there. While humans were looking at them in awe, some of the werewolves had hatred swirling in their eyes but they didn't show it much.

He turns his eyes on Arwan. “You bleed… so he bleeds,” Theon growls, voice hoarse. Arwan stares at him, breath catching. “I’ll kill you,” he snaps. Theon’s fangs bare. “Try.” From across the forest floor, the undead Lycan wavers, claws twitching. Cracks ripple across its frame, more of that steaming, green-tinged blood leaking out like oil. Its head twitches once. Twice. It stares at Theon. Then collapses to its knees.