A Diary Of Blood Novels & Stories

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, Today is the day I decided to spend an entire day naked. I know it sounds crazy, but I just couldn't resist the urge. I'm going to do everything naked – watch TV, eat, clean the house, maybe even dance around a little. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but I'm excited to see where the day takes me. Wish me luck!"

You need to calm down, Nira said. It wouldn't be easy, so I took a good look at the box, and apart from the dagger, there was a necklace and a bag, so I checked it thoroughly, and when I looked inside, there was an old notebook with yellowed pages, and I realized it wasn't just anything. It was a diary. From the damn leader of the Pure Blood Sect.

“i’m being referred to as Eliza in it." Ethan grabbed the manuscript and read: "AND THERE SHE STOOD FILLED WITH RAGE, THIRSTY FOR BLOOD ALL BECAUSE OF LOVE, ELIZA STABBED HER BEST FRIEND OF TEN YEARS MULTIPLE TIMES. THE MORE SHE DID IT, THE EASIER IT BECAME AND GOOD SHE FELT. LOOKING AT THE DISFIGURED FACE OF HER FRIEND, SHE KNEW SHE HAD WON HIM." .

Dear Diary, From the very first day I became a vampire, I hated my life and I always thought that God was punishing me for still choosing to work in the tavern even though he did not like it. I stayed in that empty cave alone with nowhere to go after leaving the town. During those lonely days it felt as if death would have been a better option, because there was nothing happy or interesting about life anymore. Until my sister, Dana found me. I call her my sister because from the very first day I met her, that is all she has been to me. She gave me a home with a nice big room, she gave me comfort, she gave me love, and she took me on so many wonderful adventures. It was on one of our adventur

UNKNOWN DIARYYY, Just her mere presence in my vicinity, and I can already feel myself becoming strongerrr. I saw her naked body today, Diary… she was taking a shower, wanted to get rid of all the dirt she had on her from packing or so she said. I could see her through the walls, Diary —lots of demons like me do this to unsuspecting girls all over the world who manage to catch our attention, you know? — And you have no idea how I wished she could sense my presence, but I’m not that strong yet!

She wrote, and I was in shock. The Bloods were wicked. They executed the poor girl because she was fated to the son of the Gamma. He should have just rejected her so she could live. I knew I needed to read more because the last words she wrote were written in a rush. I put down the journal and decided I would read it during my free hours. Note to self, do not get involved with any Blood member. "Report to the kitchen, Moon" I heard a voice in my head. I dressed up in my uniform and returned to the kitchen I had eaten.

I feel sad deep inside me because of that. "What are we going to do sister? That bulky man will be here in a minute now!" She ignored what I said then looked around the drawers inside the room and there she saw a dagger with some curved edge on it. A red gem was also engraved on it's handle. She stared on it for a second before looking at the herbs on the walls. "This! I saw this kind of herb from Lady Molly's Book! I think it's poisonous!" I watched her as she immediately grabbed the herb and smeared it to the edges of the dagger. She even smeared oil on it. How can she know about those things?

I contemplated whether to check out the book, but I saw another person just leaving without even glazing at the librarian who was busy doing his own work. ~~~~~ Back in my room, I sat down on the settee and opened the book. The pages had taken a brownish hue, conveying its age. Surprisingly it was more like a diary. I frowned. Whose diary was it? The name had become smudged. Even then I carefully flipped the page. My eyes halted on the first line of the first entry. ‘Mother is scary. She doesn’t love me. She doesn’t love father. She wants to kill us….’

I needed to see Mikey, so I told Chuks to drive over to my school at Taiwo Avenue. The cabin was starting to kill me, it was empty and Kaz and his guys did not return. I kept thinking about how to do what I had to do throughout the night, rolling in my not-so-comfortable bed. The man was a corrupt politician, he was responsible for the misery of a lot of people. I said all these things in my mind to justify what I was about to do, it never really got old, trying to rationalize taking a person's life, no matter how much they deserved it. For someone who committed a lot of murders in his life, I really could not get past the guilt, it's a sort of punishment I placed upon myself. After a while,

Ugh… I’m going to have to call her later and apologize… I rolled over and curled into a ball, my uninjured cheek burrowing into the pillow. I fixed my eyes on the window, catching glimpses of the bright pink flowers on the azalea bush outside. Again, the thought of what I had done, how I had reacted in that alley, crawled through my mind. I felt guilty for the blood on my hands, for the taking of a life; but I also felt guilty because I didn’t regret it. Deep down, I knew if I was in that situation again, I would do the same thing. Did that make me a monster? Speaking of…