Blessing of Luna (Wolfgods Book 1) by Blaise Ramsay (best books for 20 year olds TXT) 📕

fell on one of my kind, dementing the beauty Luna and Tenebris created. His curse had been fulfilled. The Blood Wars had begun. Tenebris feared the genocide of his children so much he called upon Luna's sister, Solaris to aid in our protection,”

“Solaris answered his cries and reached out her hand to drive the shadows away, damning them only to live in the darkness or die in the sun's light.”

“Jill, I still don’t understand the Purifiers? I mean, it’s the reason I’m being hunted, right?” Damien asked, eager to learn why he had become public enemy number one on the vampire’s most wanted list.

Jill looked up at him, her eyes sullen. Her fingertip tracing the muscle of his chest under his t-shirt. “I’m sorry, I don’t know. We don't know their origins. We only know they tried to protect man's world from being wiped out by our war. I only met one in my entire life on this planet. According to legend they can live just as long as one of us, if not longer.”

“How long can a lycan live?” Damien asked, curiously.

Jill closed her eyes, a low growl formed in her throat. “Damien, in our early history we could live for centuries if we weren't killed by man or slaughtered by vampires. Many of us long to live out the lives of a normal human to get back into Luna's loving embrace and out of the chaos. Many are forgetting, ignoring the call of our mother. Others are giving their lives in last ditch efforts to take some of the vampires down. Our world is a world of fear and unease. It's not for the faint of heart.”

Damien brushed his knuckle over her cheek. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pressured you into telling me.”

Jill took his wrist in her hand, softly kissing it. Hearing the soft murmur of the streams of his blood as it drifted peacefully in his veins gave her peace. His pulse was calm. His heartbeat gentle and comforting. “It's okay. You deserve to know why you’re being hunted. I just wish I knew more.”

Damien had been curious about the Purifiers but so far no one could answer any of his questions. All he knew was there was something about him the vampires saw as a threat big enough to want him dead.

Lilith’s words came forward in Damien’s mind despite his best efforts to suppress them. His heart hurt so bad he needed to know so he could move past the feeling of betrayal nagging in the back of his mind.

“Jill, I have to know. If I didn't have Lucius' soul inside of me, would you have given me a second look? Would you even know I existed or cared to know?” The words tasted bitter as Damien said them. He wanted to trust Jill’s love for him but his uncertainty couldn’t be ignored.

Jill's lips met Damien’s in a loving kiss. It wasn't demanding or possessive like Lilith's had been. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place as she savored the taste of him. She positioned her hips so they relaxed against his, her stomach flat against his own. Her breasts conveniently pressed against his chest.

She pulled away, staying close to his face. “Damien, I told you. I’m not going to chase ghosts anymore. You took my breath away the minute I saw you. My heart fluttered like a hummingbird's wings when I saw these gorgeous jeweled eyes of yours. I knew I wanted to be with you the rest of your natural life. I didn't mind taking things slow as long as I could eventually have you to myself. You may have Lucius' soul but you have made it your own. Its unique song is more beautiful than any I've ever heard,”

Jill ran her hands down Damien’s sides, positioning them so she could begin guiding his shirt up.

“It's your voice that I hear, your heart that I feel, your pain that fills me when you're under stress. Your blood that flows through me.”

Damien pulled away from her, his brow furrowing in confusion. “My blood?”

“When you were hurt by Stoker, I had to do something truly desperate to save your life. I think it's time I told you,” Jill took a deep breath, knowing what she was about to tell him would sound strange to anyone that wasn't a lycan or hadn't seen it done before.

“I've tasted your blood, Damien. You were dying. The only thing I could do to close the wound was use the curse inside of me. To my kind, the sharing of blood is as sacred as sex. It gives us the ability to talk to each other, even if we're miles away. It's how I heard you when you begged me to hurry to rescue you.” Jill sighed, her fear of him rejecting her inched forward in her mind.

Strange? Strange didn't even begin to describe the way Damien felt about what he'd just been told. Didn't vampires drink blood?

“I know what you're thinking and no. It's not the same. For us, it’s a bond. All of our memories, our feelings become one when we share it. Vampires drink blood to stay alive, maintain their power and create more of their kind.”

“Wait, so because you healed the wound in my side, now you can tell what I'm feeling. What I'm thinking?” Damien asked, confused as to how Jill knew what was going through his mind.

“No, it's not like mind-reading. Only lycans bound together by the gods can read each other’s minds. It is rare. Think of our bond as more of a telephone. You don't have my blood in you so you can't hear me but I can hear you. I can't talk to you. It's an unbreakable bond that keeps us together even if we leave each other.” Jill said, her concern intensifying the more she felt