Wow Blood Of Innocents Novels & Stories

I am you. - No! - William almost choked from an overabundance of emotions. - I refuse to believe it... I would never... - You would never kill an innocent person? - Onyx bared his teeth, taking a step towards. -Have you ever broken a girl's neck? You're lucky, William. You don’t remember everything you did in Zhedan, do you? The power of the collar clouded your mind. So let me remind you... Scarlet eyes were very close. The white veil surrounding the vampires dissipated. William gasped.

I looked down at my hands. Steady as a rock. They don’t seem like they just brutally killed dozens of innocent men and women, except for a hint of blood around my nails. It’s funny how empty I feel knowing we just won. We won against the brutes of werewolves. We won against my mother’s murderers. It just doesn’t feel the way I thought it would feel, probably because we crossed a line. We involved innocents in this. We slayed the one that didn’t have anything to do with my mother’s murder.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO HIS FIRST KILL “A man doesn’t become a monster. He just finds out what was already in him.” He was thirteen the first time someone handed him a gun. It was a summer night in Palermo. The kind of heat that clings to the bones. Alessio Moretti stood in the back of a butcher shop that doubled as a safehouse, blood on the floors, sweat on his neck, the sound of meat hooks swinging faint in the dark. Don Salvatore was there. So was his father. And in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, was a man with a bag over his head and a bruise blooming around his eye.

" From that moment on, he stopped hiding the relationship. Even his mother could not control him. I had thought about leaving him countless times–but I could not get custody of Jamie. In the end… Jamie died without even a whole body left. I held his remains and cried until I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, Connor was dragging me by the hair into Camille's room. Camille lay in bed, her face pale, tears in her eyes. "Sienna… I know you don't like me. I know you think I took Connor from you. But the child was innocent. How could you be so cruel… how could you trade my child's life just so you could speak again?"

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

I left it since someone enlightened my heart. “Fine” I went to my car and drove to my base. I was covered in a lot of blood. Of course I wasn’t totally fine. I was hurt and shot too. I had a bullet pass through my hand. I went to my base doctor. She was a highly paid doctor. She is here to treat everyone who gets hurt during our Mafi fights because we can’t just go to the hospitals. She bandaged my wound and gave me something waterproof to cover it with while I had a bath. However, she suggested I just dry clean myself but I’d rather have a good bath.

A chunk of stone almost the size of a car crashed down inches from my head. Viktor lay on the ground near the altar, blood pouring from his shoulder wound. But he was still conscious, still smiling that sick smile of his. "You think you've won?" he gasped as I knelt beside him. "This is just the beginning, nephew. There are others who want what you have. Others who know your weaknesses." "Who?" I demanded, grabbing him by his shirt. "Who else is involved?" But Viktor's eyes were already glazing over. The blood loss was too much. His breathing became shallow, then stopped entirely.

I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds. The title 'Desire for thirst' was inspired from my personal experience of writing this series. The main character in Desire for thirst is the werewolf which murdered my mom. For every novel, I make some particular things to specify from each book like the manner of killing. Likewise, the manner I used in Desire for thirst is man in Balck clothing slashing his victims throat after cutting out their tongue. i got shocked after seeing the similar manner of killing in the news. Was it only a coincidence or... i couldn't even come up with any ways to thi

He said trying to convince her. "What! I mean don't you think it's too early." Annie said looking tensed "It's okay they would have to accept my choice because I have given my heart to you already," Jessie said with confidence. Jessie was also a werewolf from the black moon pack, his father is the alpha of the pack. Jessie was raised in a wild way his dad would always say to him "you are the son of an alpha and one day you will rule over when am no longer alive. And in other for you to be able to govern your people, you need to be wild my son".