A Diary Of Blood Novels & Stories

“After your mother seduced my father, you’re trying to take my fiancé as well?” “No!” Livia panicked. “I was set up—” FLASH! A reporter raised his camera toward the bed. White sheets. A clear red bloodstain. The room instantly exploded. “PROOF OF THE FIRST NIGHT!” “DE LUCA SCANDAL!” Livia froze. Her blood felt cold. She had just realized the meaning of that stain. Her legs could barely support her. Adrian’s gaze turned even darker. Claire looked at the bed… then cried even harder, leaning on a reporter as if she could no longer stand.

“No. Someone… or something wrote this.” Diego took the journal from me, running his fingers over the ink. "It’s written in blood." My mind whirled. “Is the journal alive or something, or does it contain some dark magic?” Diego flipped through the pages, searching for any clues. “At this point, nothing surprises me” The candle sputtered violently, and for a moment, the room plunged into near darkness. A whisper, thin as a dying breath, coiled through the air, wrapping around my skin like an unseen hand.

Once I'm in place he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat as I start stacking papers and flipping open the history book. I am all too aware of the shifter next to me. He's so close I can smell him. Mint and honey flood my nose, it's so overwhelming my head pounds in protest. I take my glasses off again sighing as I massage my temples. "Damn migraines." I whisper to myself.

We need to find the key" he said. His man that just entered furrowed his eyebrows. He had no idea what was happening. "Lost blood? Key?" He thought. "How do we find the key master?" He asked. "It's no ordinary key. It's a book. That book can lead us to the girl once the power is activated. That means, once she has reached the age to be sacrifice, the book will be awoken" he said. "Oh" he murmured and lowered his gaze. Slowly, he was understanding how everything worked.

With trembling hands, I approached it, my fingers brushing against the rough wood. With a creak, I lifted the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Among the yellowed pages and faded photographs, my gaze landed on a leather-bound diary. It was weathered with time, its once vibrant cover now worn and aged. I knew instinctively that this diary held the answers we had been searching for.

Then Bianca found the journal. Tucked in a slot beneath the chair. Leather-bound. Wrapped in cloth. She opened it carefully. The ink was sharp. Precise. Written in Turkish, but annotated in Latin, Italian, and one line—Moretti code. She translated aloud. > “This place is the first memory. The prototype. Here is where we learned memory can be shaped. The body buried here was not evil. It was used to absorb what we refused to remember. We filled it with our hate.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

I turned, bid my mother farewell, and departed with the bulls. The Chief Priest led me straight to the inner chamber after spelling out the rules and regulations. They all loved and admired my courage, none of them knew what I'm here for. The pain I felt when Ajonwa came on me cannot be explained." Aku narrated. "What did he do when he saw the blood?" "He licked the blood, his eyes became red and I noticed his strength went out of the way and I could not stand him anymore he left me and promised to return," Aku explained.

I browse every single one of them then I stop at the second to the last page of paper when I noticed a word saying " leave her alone Diana is mine forever" It was written with blood ...fresh blood!!! ..I can sense where this blood came from... This is the blood of one of my students named Jane. Poor Jane as I slowly close the form I was holding. I leaned my back on the chair while I drop my head upward at the same time eyes on the ceiling. Ps. Black Butterfly- a black angel made you do bad things or even a sign of death.

Katya exclaimed, grabbing a napkin from the table to press against the wound. "It's just a small cut," Charlotte insisted, but as she stood, she noticed a few drops of her blood had fallen onto one of their mother's journals. The moment the blood touched the page, a strange, almost ethereal light began to emanate from the journal. Both of them stared, wide-eyed, as the light grew brighter, casting eerie shadows around the room. A low hissing sound filled the air, and the pages of the journal seemed to ripple, as if alive.