"Bound to the Blood Master" Chapter 5
Chapter 5
It didn't take long to sense countless energies. Looking around, auras emerged amidst the humans who had begun to dance, sipping exotic drinks and enjoying themselves with loud laughter and naive smiles, unaware that several predators surrounded and watched them.
A shiver down my spine put me on high alert; one of the energies was familiar to me.
They were close... far too close for my liking.
I quickly stood up, under the perplexed gazes of my new "friends." Without any explanation, I simply ran for the bar’s exit, weaving through as many humans as I could on the dance floor, trying to delay whoever was following me.
Picking up my pace, I didn't pay the slightest attention to anyone entering the place; I only cared about feeling the cool night breeze on my face.
As soon as I felt it, the hope of having lost them was reinforced by the thought that the further I got, the better.
Running, I rounded the block, holding my breath for a second while I decided on the best path to hide from Eduardo. I needed only a few more hours to secure the blessed protection that had been lost by mere minutes.
"Hell! I was so close!"
Perhaps if I caught a taxi and kept moving through the city until dawn, they wouldn't be able to catch me. I smiled at the thought, heading toward the main road, but when I tripped over something, I knew it was already too late.
A powerful blow to my ankles struck without warning, which made me fall immediately. When my hair was grabbed intensely and my body was dragged into a dark alley, I knew I had to defend myself or I would be lost.
Despite not wanting to come face-to-face with that bastard, I grabbed his arm, looked up, and bit the hand that was holding me.
I wanted to see if Eduardo was there in person to punish me, but a second blow followed quickly, blinding me for a moment. The punch landed squarely on my face; I could feel the pain of the bruise pulsing in sync with my heartbeat.
A third blow came, even stronger than the first, leaving me sprawled on the dirty pavement once again. Feeling the taste of my own blood in my mouth, rage took hold of me.
I hadn't allowed Eduardo to taste my blood on that night of passion, and I wouldn't allow him to spill it now, just to suit his whims.
I got up, intending to face him and return his blows; I was not an expert fighter, but I knew some self-defense. But quickly, the word "impossible" crossed my mind.
Defending against the precise kick that struck my stomach was an illusion; the blow left me breathless, making me groan painfully while bile mixed with my blood in my mouth, causing me to cough and spit out everything I had in it.
ADVERTISEMENT
The kick had been delivered with the intent of leaving me lying there incapacitated, and it succeeded; I couldn't move. I raised my gaze, hoping to see a satisfied smile on Eduardo's face, but to my astonishment, it was one of his lackeys.
Even though I was a dhampir, I didn't heal that easily, which proved to be a major problem there, right now, in my current situation. He moved slowly, as if he knew there would be no challenge in this fight.
Gasping, I tried to stand up again, protecting my stomach with crossed arms, but the intense pain stopped me.
There was no way to protect myself, no way to defend myself—it was all over. I would be Eduardo's prisoner forever, at the mercy of his cruelties and madness.
"Heavens!"
Tears streamed down my face—not from physical pain, but emotional.
As I waited for the next blow from my attacker, a stranger interposed himself between us, leaving me surprised.
A fight started immediately—a severe confrontation with fierce punches and kicks in a violent dance.
On my knees, I avoided groaning through the pain that wracked my body, crawling slowly away from there. Perhaps if someone called the police, I could get rid of both of them.
A horrible sound echoed through the place, followed by a macabre silence. Swallowing hard, I looked back, apprehensive, nervous, and afraid.
My body trembled; the sound of bones disintegrating when the body hit the wall made me believe I wasn't out of danger yet. Between groans and a near loss of consciousness, I noticed a huge figure kneeling in front of me, picking me up in his arms with care.
The intense pain that began to surge incessantly indicated that some ribs were broken, and I didn't know how badly I was injured internally. Analyzing the face of my savior, his striking features and intense green eyes left me silent for a second, thinking that, after all, there was still hope.
Blinking, I thanked him mentally; my lips wouldn't move even though I tried. It didn't matter who he was at that moment; all that mattered was being away from Eduardo.
Even if it was just for one more day, that was enough for now. For a few seconds, I truly believed in that, but after a few steps, the pain was unbearable. With every movement, my groans became more persistent, which left me a little embarrassed.
I writhed in his arms trying to ease the pain; I didn't want to be ungrateful, but my body rubbing against his hard chest with every long stride increased my suffering.
Abruptly, he stopped, staring at me fixedly, and in just a second, I felt trapped, the intense emerald green of his eyes hypnotizing me.
Without even realizing that his lips were moving, I heard a masculine and firm voice in my mind emitting a single word: "Sleep!"
A word that enveloped me in immediate relief and also... in darkness.
ADVERTISEMENT
You May Also Like
-
CompletedChapter 11
A Heart the Vampire Cannot Claim
Mara Venn enters a vampire's blood feast under a dead woman's name, intending to steal the register that might reveal what happened to her missing sister. Lord Adrian Rook catches her before she reaches his study. Instead of turning her over to the Blood Revenue Office, he offers her a bargain: seven nights of protection in exchange for her skill at detecting forged records. Together, they uncover a list of people officially declared dead whose identification numbers are still moving through the city's freight system. One of those people is Mara's sister. But the closer Mara gets to the truth, the harder it becomes to ignore the vampire beside her—or the old order bearing his signature. He may be the only man powerful enough to help her expose the conspiracy. He may also be part of the reason it exists.Vampires11.8k words5 0 -
CompletedChapter 11
Locked in a Madhouse, Married to a Ghost: The Ultimate Masterclass in Faking a Murder
A stormy midnight in Boston. Billionaire financial tycoon Aston Cross is found dead in his private study, riddled with five fatal bullets. The killer? His newlywed wife, Chloe Miller—an elite art forger and underground mastermind. With absolute evidence against her, Chloe goes completely silent, landing herself in a maximum-security federal psychiatric ward. To the police, her psychiatrist, and the entire city, she is nothing more than a broken, abused wife pushed past her breaking point by a tyrant. For months, she sits in absolute isolation, speaking not a single word, while secretly coordinating a high-stakes digital heist that bleeds the city’s most powerful crime syndicates dry. Until the eve of her trial, when the heavy steel door of her ward is kicked open. Standing in the threshold, sharply tailored, ice-eyed, and entirely unscathed, is the man who was supposed to be cold in the ground. The murder was never a crime. It was a masterpiece of shared deception, engineered to fake his death, crush his rivals, and inherit an empire. But as the true stakes of their plot unspool, Chloe realizes her husband didn't just stage an assassination—he trapped her in a labyrinth where only one of them holds the trigger. "You can forge a murder, Chloe," he whispers, pinning her against the cold glass with a lethal, possessive smile as the sirens wail outside. "But you can't fake the adrenaline of wanting to kill me for real." — A high-stakes dark romance about two sociopathic masterminds who play the world like a chessboard, only to discover their deadliest match is each other.Mutual Pining|Dark Secrets|Plot Twist|Possessive Love13.7k words5 35 -
CompletedChapter 15
The Sixth Year After I Escaped the Vandermeers
At eighteen, Elliot Vandermeer discovered that he was the wrong son in one of America's most powerful old-money families. The real heir had been found. The family trust was being rewritten. Six powerful men were discussing how to keep Elliot under control. So he disappeared before they could take away his name, freedom and future. For six years, Elliot lived as Nolan Gray, moving between cities and building a quiet life as a rare-book restorer. He believed he had escaped the Vandermeers—until all six men appeared at his wedding in Ireland. Dragged back to the storm-darkened Blacktide Estate, Elliot discovers that his escape was never as successful as he believed. Someone paid his medical bills. Someone erased his immigration violations. Someone protected him in Brussels. Someone watched his apartment from across the street. They always knew where he was. At the center of the trap is Leander Vandermeer, the true heir whose life Elliot supposedly stole. Leander doesn't want his inheritance returned. He wants the man who vanished before they ever had the chance to meet. As buried medical records, altered birth certificates and a decades-old kidnapping conspiracy surface, Elliot must decide which danger frightens him more: the family that refuses to release him, or the desire that keeps pulling him toward the man who finally opens the door. The way out is waiting. This time, staying must be Elliot's choice.Dark Secrets|Plot Twist|Yandere|Possessive Love|Sweet Romance|HE9.8k words5 165 -
CompletedChapter 11
ABSOLUTE SUBMISSION
Betrayed and sold out by his best friend, pop icon Kian was supposed to be just another disposable plaything for the elite. When he was delivered to Alistair Vance—the most ruthless, untouchable billionaire in the industry—everyone expected him to break. Instead, Kian pressed a jagged shard of glass straight to the magnate's throat. Alistair despised anything he couldn't control, until he became utterly obsessed with the rebel who dared bite back. What starts as a cold, dangerous contract explodes into a ruthless war of vengeance and absolute devotion. They'll burn the entire empire to the ground—and on the ashes, the king will bow.Mutual Pining|Plot Twist|Possessive Love|Redemption Arc12.8k words5 59 -
CompletedChapter 18
I Keep Waking Up in My Straight Roommate's Arms
Every third night, Noah drank the warm milk his straight roommate made for him. Every morning, he woke up with a new bruise. So one night, Noah poured the milk away and pretended to sleep. At 2:07 a.m., Adrian entered his bedroom. And what Noah discovered was far more dangerous than anything that could have been hidden in the milk.Healing Romance|Plot Twist|Yandere|Possessive Love|Sweet Romance|HE15.8k words5 975 -
CompletedChapter 12
The Vulture's Captive
"By day, he is the cold-blooded monster who rules the Chicago syndicate, and she is the fierce heiress who refuses to bow. By night, the masks shatter." Aurelia Vance was traded to the Bratva as a human lien—a pawn to settle her bankrupt family’s multi-million-dollar debt. Viktor Volkov, the ruthless Pakhan known as The Vulture, expected a terrified trophy wife to break in his gilded cage. He expected submission. Instead, he got a platinum-haired storm with violet eyes who looked at a loaded gun and dared him to pull the trigger. Trapped in a world of blood, mafia politics, and a marriage built on chains, Aurelia vows to burn his empire to the ground. But Viktor didn't spend years engineering her downfall just to let her go. He wants her broken, he wants her defiant, and above all, he wants her to love the monster who stole her life.Mutual Pining|Dark Secrets|Plot Twist|Possessive Love|Redemption Arc|Sweet Romance13.3k words5 56 -
CompletedChapter 12
Paper Vows, Blood Debts
Rule #1 of corporate warfare: Never sleep with the enemy. Rule #2: Break the rule immediately. Alistair Vance owns New York and São Paulo. He trades in fear, silence, and absolute control. Until Cassia Sterling walks into his office—a razor-sharp executive with smoke-gray eyes, ice in her veins, and a hidden agenda that could ruin him. He thought she was just another corporate spy. She thought he was just another monster in a tailored suit. Locked in a deadly game of chess where every move risks their lives and every touch threatens their sanity, they are about to discover that the most dangerous secrets aren't kept in safes—they're kept in bed.Mutual Pining|Plot Twist|Possessive Love|Sweet Romance13.2k words5 56 -
CompletedChapter 12
The Crippled Billionaire's Replacement Bride
When her ambitious, vain sister refuses to marry the infamous billionaire Killian Thorne after a brutal accident leaves him paralyzed, Lyra Sinclair is dragged from her quiet rural life to take her place as the substitute bride. Cast into a cold, heavily guarded mansion of a man believed to be a bitter monster, everyone expects Lyra to cower. They expect her to break. They don't know who she really is. Armed with an old leather pouch of silver needles and a razor-sharp clinical mind, Lyra looks past the cold glares and the broken legs. She sees a man bound by chemical lies and vicious family betrayal—and she refuses to let him lose. As the silver needles pierce through the agony, a fierce, suffocating chemistry ignites between the cold corporate tyrant and the fearless healer. But when the day of reckoning arrives at the grand high-society gala, the man presumed crippled stands tall before a thousand terrified traitors—ready to reclaim his throne, destroy his enemies, and claim his queen for eternity. He falls first, but he falls harder. And God help anyone who tries to touch his wife.Mutual Pining|Plot Twist|Possessive Love|Love After Marriage|Sweet Romance13.6k words5 58 -
CompletedChapter 11
A Waltz of Scars
"She was stolen from her cradle to rot in the gutter. Now, she’s back with a stiletto in her teeth—and a crown waiting on the throne of the dead." Stolen at age five, Scarlett Thorne survived the brutal underworld by learning one golden rule: never show them where it hurts, bleed them dry instead. When she returns to high society to reclaim her stolen birthright, she expects to face the arrogant ex-fiancé who abandoned her and the fake sister who usurped her life. She didn't expect Liam Vance. The Supremo Alfa of the Night’s Shadow Pack—known to the world as the Butcher King—is a cold, terrifying monster who rules through absolute fear. But the moment his ice-blue eyes lock onto Scarlett’s defiant, emerald-green gaze, a volatile, hyper-aware obsession is ignited. He wants to lock her in a golden cage to keep her safe; she wants to burn his entire empire down. Amidst a high-stakes global conspiracy, betrayals from trusted bloodlines, and a slow-burning, breathless war of wills, these two apex predators must decide whether to destroy each other—or rule the world together. Enemies to lovers. Fated mates. High-heat slow burn. A ruthless alpha who forgets how to breathe without her, and a vengeance queen who takes no prisoners.Mutual Pining|Dark Secrets|Plot Twist|Possessive Love|Sweet Romance11.1k words5 40 -
CompletedChapter 15
Drowned into a Novel, Claimed by Three Monsters
After drowning in her own world, Nerine wakes inside a fantasy novel as a silver-tailed siren destined to die—and drive three monsters mad with grief. There is Kael, the savage abyssal merman who hunts her across the sea. Morcant, the tentacled witch who locks her inside a house with no escape. And Aurelius, the cursed prince whose gentle smile hides a second, murderous soul. All three remember the woman who once wore Nerine’s face. All three believe she belongs to them. But Nerine refuses to become their dead lover, their captive, or another sacrifice to the story. If these monsters want her, they must learn the difference between possession and devotion—because this time, the doomed siren intends to survive. One siren. Three obsessed monsters. And a tragic ending she refuses to obey.Healing Romance|Dark Secrets|Plot Twist|Yandere|Possessive Love|Sweet Romance|HE16.7k words5 54