All Chapters of SWEET BLOOD: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

In fact, the beast footfalls were so heavy, Gamers slammed up and down, losing her breath over and over again. By the time they reached a twisted maze of caverns, she was convinced her lungs were flat as pancakes, and her intestines were wrapped around her spine.Even with her still-dimming eyesight, she watched for James, hoping to catch a glimpse of him shadowing the beast, ready to strike. While she did spy other beings following her captor—little things with wings, darting through the air, and wolflike creatures skulking around the trees—none of them were the vampire.And when she heard a roar, pain filled and broken, echoing in every direction, she wanted to vomit. That had been James’s voice. What the hell were the beast doing to him?Then the sound cut off abruptly, and she found the silence was even more disturbing than the roar. Had the giants just…killed—No! No, no, no. But what if…?Oh, God. A sob caught in her throat. If he lived, he would have come for her.She was his, h

James had at last taken control of his emotions and hadn’t lost his temper since. That didn’t mean his fangs were useless, though.“And if your fangs have been pried out of your mouth?” his father demanded.“No one would ever be foolish enough to remove my fangs. Mother says I’m the most powerful vampire in the world. I can walk in the light, and I can steal power from anyone I choose.”“No, she says you will be.” His father’s expression hardened. “You are a prince, James. The crown prince. Many in this world and the other will covet your direct line to my throne. Many will try and hurt you simply to hurt me. You must know how to defend yourself, always, for every situation.”James gave the sword another once-over. Long, thin and polished to a vibrant shine. He was not used to its heaviness, or the thickness of the hilt. “Very well. I will train some more, but why are you not teaching Daniel?”“So many questions.” His father sighed.“Why must he watch? He’s a prince, too, you know.” A

Grace's head bounced off hard, rocky ground, the impact addling her senses, turning the world blurry. Earlier, she went unconscious and awakened to different kidnappers.Shouts and screams came to her like they were happening on the other side of a wet curtain. She flailed her legs, turning to get her hands under her. Sharp gravel on what had once been an asphalt road drove into her palms as she pushed up, kicking away from the body she'd fallen backward over. She got her feet under her, but as soon as she tried to rise, she was violently dizzy, the world seeming to turn abruptly ninety degrees. She hit the ground again. The clash of weapons, pleading screams and the raider's victorious shouts were everywhere. She crawled as fast as she could on her hands and knees. She had no idea what direction she was going; just away from the sounds of fighting.A strong hand grabbed the back of her jacket and she screamed. Her nails snapped against exposed asphalt, clawing to get away. Another ha

She'd seen very few people in her life that looked so... uniform. All of his clothes looked like they belonged together and many of the things he had seemed to be made to match everything else. Her mind wandered, imagining what his tight trousers looked like from the back without the long coat in the way.He knelt next to her and she felt his hands on the cuffs again. "Don't try to run off. Fair warning, catching people who try to run is part of what I do." His voice wasn't harsh per se, but straightforward, matter of fact.This close in the firelight she could see several long-healed scars on his otherwise handsome face and the darkest blue eyes she'd ever seen. She'd seen a stone someone called Lapis. His eyes reminded her of it.Then the handcuffs were off. As her hands fell forward the jabbing sensation in her shoulders turned to a spasm that made her hiss in pain and brought her straight up for a few seconds before easing off. He didn't respond to her pained grimace. He was diggi

It was hot and so she'd taken off her jacket. His eyes kept being drawn to her bouncing breasts as they lurched over uneven ground. Part of her wanted to cross her arms, but she just couldn't, instead waiting for his glances.She'd eaten three large piece of boar he'd given her; he'd eaten as many himself. In her glances around the vehicle's interior, she'd seen the remains of the boar. He wasn't joking. Parts of it were neatly cut up, dried and stored, a large haunch of it hung wrapped in cloth and carefully strapped between shelves in the far back of the truck.He drove past giant quarantine signs that ran in a line at the boundary of a what had once been part of a city. They were from the old world, or the world just after the bombs fell. She watched the signs pass, her stomach dropping."What are you doing!? It's not safe in there!"He nodded. "That's the point." Grace pulled the blanket up again, his deadpan confidence doing nothing to help her racing heart. No one went into the