Was Tupac A Blood Novels & Stories

Pine nodded firmly. Kevin convinced herself. From behind, Julio walked over with a tray containing two silver vials, a syringe, and a dagger. Pine looked at the three items nervously. "I will support whatever your decision," said Kevin. Kevin also took one of the two cups, which was the blood cup. "Drink half of it, it will help you fight the pain later." Pine held this cup tightly, she kept looking at its contents feeling hesitant to drink it. The deep red liquid made her even more nervous. She knew that this was the blood of vampires and if she drank it then Pine could no longer retreat.

I turn back and touch him again, I make sure his blood slows down so it will take a while for him to die. “You want me to cut off his junk” Ben asks amused

He was still out of conscious with a dark liquid on his temple I frowned and out of curiosity, I touched it with my fingers. It has a metallic smell and felt sticky in my hand. Para bang— I gasped as realization hit me of what it was. Blood!!! "Mr. Del Fuero!!!" Tarantang tawag ko rito sabay tapik sa mukha nito in a rather ungentle way but ufortunately, hindi pa rin ito gumigising and just stayed unresponsive. Oh God! I thought he was just overreacting!

he argued. Those words shattered the last of Teresa's sanity. She snatched up a gun from the table and opened fire at him. The bullet tore through Emilio's shoulder, and the chamber erupted into chaos. In the end, the Soldati had to wrestle the gun away from her before the situation spiraled further. From then on, Teresa went insane. She drifted back and forth between brief moments of clarity and utter madness, spending every single day weeping over the wedding photo of Damiano and me as she repeated, "I killed Bianca. I killed my grandchild."

Breed got another bad feeling that this day’s shocks would never end. Rain spoke instead, “He needs blood.” Breed had already had enough of today as he tossed his hands up. “So? Give him some. We have a good supply.” He turned to leave. “I have other things to tend to.” “He needs your blood, Breed,” Cowboy stated quietly. Breed halted and turned to look at them both. “He has a rare blood type and we don’t have enough on hand,” Rain explained. “Your blood type.” Cowboy added. “But since your MC is going to murder him, why bother?” Babe spoke up from where she sat next to Blade’s bed. Tears filled her eyes as she held onto his limp hand.

“My name is Rain.” My heart dropped, and all color drained from my face. “Rain--- Blood?!” I asked in utter disbelief. THIS man was the infamous Rain Blood. The insane rogue that delighted in the gore and pain of pack mate and enemy alike?! He nodded, making a shiver of fear travel down my spine. “What do you want with me?” I asked, my voice suddenly hoarse. The man was notorious for messing with his enemies' heads – before ripping them to shreds, that is. There couldn’t be a single good reason for him to keep me alive.

"Look at how horribly Rachel’s family died! Their new house is still under renovation—they were about to move in. My nephew was just a month old!" His voice rose. "If it weren't for you, Rachel’s family would've been so happy!" A tide of relatives broke into sobs. "I'll give you the money back. We don't need you to pay for the funeral. You know why I didn't call the police?" He stepped toward me, advancing like a hunter. "Because I want you dead." He swung a knife toward my head. I grabbed Freddie's arm and begged, "It really wasn't me. If you've got the wrong person, then you'll get your hands dirty for nothing!"

POV ALPHA AUGUST I hadn’t spoken to Alejandra Osorio for over two decades. I had saved her and her child from being enslaved by Tiberius the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack when my dad was still the Alpha and I was an elite warrior. Tiberius was encroaching on our land during pack runs which was fine until he started having guards kidnapped and ransomed for our pack's land and resources. Instead of giving into his demands we invaded his territory, rescued our pack members, gave hundreds of enslaved members of his pack asylum and we even claimed a decent chunk of his land as a fee for all the lives we lost while in conflict with him.

I had done it without thinking, and now. Now Scar was dead. I waited for him to blink, or to jump up and lunge at me like the monster he was but he didn’t. A sharp sob escaped my throat before I could stop it. I stumbled backward, hitting my spine against the wooden panel of the wall again. Pain shot up my back and I winced, clutching at the sting. It was real. The pain and the blood in my, all of it was real. I killed him. I actually killed him.

I swear on my life, for a solid five seconds, my brain just completely stopped working. Like, the Wi-Fi in my head disconnected. I was just staring at him. Staring at the absolute unit of a mafia billionaire who had just thrown his body over mine, currently passed out cold on the floor of this bulletproof SUV. The blood. Guys, there was so much blood. It wasn't like the movies where a guy takes a bullet and just grunts a little. No. It was dark, it was thick, and it was soaking into the white fabric of his tuxedo shirt so fast it looked like someone spilled a giant pitcher of dark wine over his chest.