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Jihad who was still somehow alive, sat down and said, “Thank you Mr. Jihad for everything you did for us. You were a father figure to me. You gave me the love that my real father refused to give me. I said that you weren’t weak but; you have weakness and in a large amount. Your weakness is, you are too soft. We have been fighting for a long time now but you haven’t killed a single one. You just injured them. You even stopped me from killing them from time to time. You are now dying because of that. That time you were pointing your gun right at his head. And when he was about to shoot my brother, you could’ve just shot him. But rather you decided not to and jumped in front of the fire. I’m gl

It's smell was the same: metallic and pungent. Why is her blood gold? Was it her blood? Of course it is hers. Reapers don't bleed on any weapons forged in the earth. It must be hers. But why it is golden and not scarlet? She had countless cuts and wound in all her life, all over her body and she bleed scarlet red blood, not until now. The thoughts were painful as knives cracking her head. Serra found herself on the sea of horrifying eyes and faces, all locked at her and Maria. They stood like statues, stunned on what just happened, their brain processing the horrifying event, hearts beating in melodic rhythm; fast and deep.

Kill everyone that is interfering. Kane was a pure-blood too, just like Louis, his brother, but he knows that drinking the blood of other pure vampires will become the most powerful. And he needed that power to gain respect and tame the rebels that no longer know their places in the hierarchy. He was capable of killing his kind with the coldest of hearts and without any remorse.

Thank bloody hell she did. The night nurse understood my situation, since she mentioned her mate is also a vampire. She turned around giving me privacy with my new meal- That quick drain, became a brief pipeline for one night, but that ended just as quickly as it started, a new, observant, administrator, just severed my dreams of a possible new route- No more fresh blood from the morgue’s storage units. Yet, For the last six days, I’d subsisted solely on Shelby’s damned cupcakes: the Bloody Cupcake Bakery’s infamous monstrosities, each one iced in what looked like congealed human blood—thick, glossy, and unnervingly realistic. The first bite had hit me like lightning—ecstasy and agony fus

Over and over, like we’re both testing to see who’ll give up first. Every time I walk into his room and see those curtains closed again, every time I look at him sitting there in that wheelchair refusing to even look at me, I’m reminded why I’m here. Not just for my mom’s surgery. Not just for the money. But because my brother put him in that chair. Because Lily Petrova was fourteen years old and she died screaming in a car her brother was driving, and Kai’s legs were crushed and his entire life was destroyed and it’s my fault.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

"If Sophia ever finds out you married her just to use her blood for Emma... that you're planning to use your future kid's umbilical cord blood to cure Emma's leukemia... Do you have any idea how much that would destroy her? She actually loves you." "She'll never find out," Vincent said, shutting him down. "And when Emma's better? You gonna divorce Sophia and marry her?" "We'll deal with that later." This time, his voice wavered. Silence. Andrew popped open a bottle of wine and poured himself a drink. "Sophia's fiancé ditched her the second he learned about her rare blood type. "Then, by some sick twist of fate, he found your post on the dark web looking for her blood. So, he just handed her

"You think a heartfelt apology and a shared hug erase the ancient magic binding your soul? The blood-pact is an absolute decree, Laura. Even if you love him now, the runes are tied to the dark archives. If I whisper the true command word to Cassian's blood-mages, that pact will turn inward and tear your heart to pieces." ​Before Vlad could finish his sentence, Dave didn't even draw his sword. ​With blinding, terrifying speed, Dave moved across the stone floor like a dark specter.

There was a room lit, the voices from there, she stalked in and peeked, but found two familiar faces with this vampire, Hector and Jasper! She drew back, keeping her ears tilted right to allow maximum coverage over the conversation. "You say she has a twin blood?" "Yes" Jasper said. "Interesting, I've always wanted to taste that blood, how much does she ask per bag?" "A thousand dollars a pint" "Geez a thousand!?" "It's rare blood, take it or leave it?" Hector said. Tala could make out the groans of the man, he was over thinking it. "Ok, I'll take two pints, by later tonight then"

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV No more tears streamed down his face as he sank to the ground. That's when I saw the blood splattered on the blue painting that Valentina liked. Fucking hell, it's ruined now. I remember it was quite expensive too. I climbed the marble staircase, with several guards trailing me.