روايات وقصص ضمن Voice Of Blood Dramione

cursed Edmund irritably. Edmund ran fast to stop Draco, but it was too late. “Draco! Do not touch that! It's a trap!" shouted Edmund exasperatedly. But too late, Draco had already spoken the dragon language. “Rise up, sahqo dovah!” said Draco elegantly. “Rise up, Red Dragon!” The ruby as red as blood suddenly turned black and liquid, then wrapped Draco's body, so he couldn’t move. "What is this?" shouted Draco, struggling anxiously.

She was close to overpowering him when Darwin, with a cruel smirk, pulled a silver dagger from his cloak, hidden from her view. In a flash, he struck, plunging the dagger deep into her side. Anita gasped, her body convulsing in pain, her strength fading as the silver burned through her. Still, she managed to whisper a final vow, her voice steady even as her life ebbed away. “You may kill me,” she said, her words laced with quiet defiance. “But mark my words, Darwin—a Red Lycan more powerful than you can imagine will rise to avenge us. One day, she will come for you… and end this reign of betrayal.”

Thunder rolled his eyes and replied with a snort. "Whatever the evil way, I have to catch the rat while it's still healthy!" Giving out a satisfied sigh, Amethyst spoke unintelligibly through her clenched teeth. "Prince Dwight is the most prestigious vampire of all generations. You know that he will want something in return for his help— do you have something dearest, Althea?" Thunder suddenly questioned. "A siren's blood and a red ribbon—?" "MELPOMENE!" A familiar voice rumbled in the inside of the chambers of her ears— a sharp pain punctured her shoulder blades. Her eyes darkened as she tried to fight an oppressive thought that suddenly weighed down her head.

Drake tells me catching my face, his own emotions plastered all over his face I feel a warm wash of water flow from between my legs followed by more pain, drake looks down and his entire body freezes, “CARON CARON I NEED YOU CARON! He screams, i look down and realise im covered in blood, my own thoughts freeze, it was so much, it was everywhere and more was spreading out over the bed and dripping of the edge, drake turns, opening the door for a tired looking caron and a frantic looking fiona, as both of them see me they stop looking to each other then back to me

Drake yells, pulling the creature to him and biting into his wrist, putting it to the man’s mouth. “Demetrius? The one we left at your grandfather’s castle?” I ask horrified. That man looked like a distinguished gentleman. This….person, looks like a corpse. The man, Demetrius, latches onto Drake’s wrist, sucking hard. “Leana, I need your blood,” Drake says, not looking away from his friend. I walk slowly toward Drake, not exactly sure what he means that he needs my blood.

He was on edge because the two pawns he trusted to handle this job had screwed it ho for him. “Damon? Are you there?” Victor asked through the speakerphone. Damon’s throat made an off sun that sounded almost like an animal’s growl, and replied, slowly, “I’m listening Victor. There’s no need for you to come in. I already am handling it.” Another voice piped up, a female one this time. “And how are you handling it, Damon? Don’t tell me you’re planning on another damned bloodbath?” It was Aléa, his other cousin.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

She grinned darkly as if she was enjoying the whole show. Draco shifted back in seconds, bare chested, soaked in blood, and with his eyes burning with unrestrained hatred. He turned slowly toward the remaining elders. “Speak his name again,” he growled as his voice vibrated with deadly promise. “Speak Damon’s name in my presence again, and I will rip out your hearts with my teeth.” The elders immediately fell to their knees. “S…sire, we meant no disrespect…” “Guards,” Draco said coldly, ignoring the trembling voices and changing his mind about giving them a second chance. “Seize them.”

“Careful.” But Noah pressed on, lowering his tone. “The prophecy. The wolf with eyes of winter, born from forbidden blood. The one who will unite or destroy us all.” He exhaled shakily. “It’s her, Damien. It has to be.” Damien said nothing. His gaze lingered on the treeline, where Maya had disappeared. The weight of command pressed heavier than it ever had before. “She doesn’t know,” Noah continued. “She has no idea what she is. What she could become.”