Voice Of Blood Dramione นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I cautiously peeked through the small crack of the doors as I tightly gripped the handle of the dagger; the cold metal sank deep in my skin. I covered my mouth at the sight that laid before my eyes. All of my servants were on the floor drenched in the color of red, their lifeless bodies soaked in their blood. The tub was filled with my servants’ blood to the point that it was dripping— it was not water that I heard after all. Inside the tub were two naked bodies, a man and a woman. His auburn hair was streaked with blood and it was all over his pale body— it was Lord Damian, one of the blood drinkers. He had his back resting on the tub as the young woman rode him. She was faintly crying as s

In the moments right before I wake up screaming about things I can't control and people I can't protect. Same silver-blonde hair catching the light. Same violet eyes with that silver ring around the iris that nobody else has. Same bone structure that I've memorized better than I know my own face. My mother is walking through the gates of Blood Moon Academy. Except she's not my mother. She's too young. She's the right age to be a student, not a fully grown woman who murdered her husband in cold blood and then disappeared like she never existed. "Draven?" Marcus is talking to me, but his voice sounds very far away. "Man, you're getting that look. The one where you're about to lose your mind."

Selene screamed; a look of horror etched deeply on her face. Damion yanked the blade out of my body and I coughed blood as I dropped to my knees. The silver poison burned through my veins and crippled my strength. "It is over you mongrel!" Damion bellowed. Time seemed to slow as I looked up weakly and watched as Damion lifted the sword high above his head, ready to bring it down upon me. "DAMION!" Selene's voice echoed around us, it was filled with such rage that it caused both Damion and me to look at her.

"Sounds fun, doesn't it? You'll never personally recover from this. Not only that, but I didn't expect you to actually show up here alone." I rolled my eyes. "Am I here to settle business with you, or listen to your stupid villain monologue?" Ayla chuckled. "You think you can be around Damien, who has royal blood, with your unimportant status?" Her voice was sweet, poisonous. "Sure, he may have feelings for you now, but wait until he sees what took place with you here today." I blinked. "...Did you just call me a mudblood?" The joke slipped out before I could stop it.

he stammered explaining about her condition, I signalled Berlin to drag that doctor out, "someone insignificant and useless isn't necessary here, drag him out." As Berlin dragged the doctor out, Dylan walked in with a sarcastic smile, "what did he say? Is she not going to survive? Should I ask them to bring a coffin?" David without further words released his claws making me nervous thinking he would attack Dylan, for his loose tongue, but he hurted himself making blood flow. "David!" I called out, but he walked to that unconscious girl and carefully pressed his hand to her lips, watching her unconscious form drink his blood. Dylan’s expression turned cold looking at what David has done, "are

Does that mean a quadpod is a breed? My trail of thought is halted by the screams. All the witches’ evil laughter and Draco’s arrogance is gone, only terror. It is so satisfying to watch, but I am sure that we are never going to hear the end of this one. We left the women behind because we thought we were stronger and they are the ones who saved the day. I watch Diana charge towards Draco. I am so proud when her teeth sink in his neck. That’s my mate. It is only when Xylon curses out loud that I notice it. Draco managed to cast a spell breaking the bubble before he died.

That small curve of her mouth when she spoke back at him. The way her shoulders shook slightly when she thought he’d hurt her. Dominic exhaled heavily and turned his back to the window, arms crossed tightly across his chest. He hated distractions. But now she is becoming one. “Can I leave?” Scorpion asked….. ****** “Will you say something, bitch?!” Mario’s voice screamed. Amara's tears dropped, yet she smiled faintly. Of course, Mario had called to rant..angry that she wasn’t moving fast enough, angry that Dominic seemed to have any form of control over his life.

Damon yelled angrily he was already tired of this man badderdash "Damien was my brother so Damien is her fucking father!!" Lord Voldemort yelled as an evil aura lurked around him and his eyes blazed with fire "What..... what....do u...just say?" Summer asked in a voice which seemed like whisper as she crashed on the floor "Summer!!"

Sir Darius stands at the edge of the ruin, careful not to step closer without my leave. "Your Highness," he says, bowing his head. His hair, once blond, has turned the color of old straw, and his face wears a day's growth of beard as if he has simply forgotten to shave. "We should not linger. The sun is nearly down." "We will linger as long as I say," I reply. My tone comes out sharper than I intend, but I make no apology. "If the night has claim here, it can wait its turn." He inclines his head, but his eyes linger on the blackened threshold, where bone gleams under the ruined doorway. He does not need to tell me he thinks it an ill omen. I have made peace with omens; they are rarely more d

The boy stumbled back to his previous position the moment he was freed from Silas's grip. Silas lowered his head, letting out a contented sigh. “He offered his blood willingly. Any would be glad to serve me in any capacity. Also, we all know that human blood is sweeter than that of vampires. My blood mate acknowledges her own insufficiency in that regard, so she is untroubled by this,” Silas justified haughtily.