A Diary Of Blood Novels & Stories

I immediately flipped through the diary. Page after page. Searching. Desperate. But there was nothing. No explanation. No notes. No names. Nothing. Only the symbol. I slammed the diary shut. "Dammit." Frustration exploded through me. I threw the book onto the desk. "How am I supposed to connect all of this?" I pressed both hands against the edge of my desk and lowered my head. Everything felt impossible. The Black Claws. Fang Trinity. Benedetto. Ginevra.

I did it to please him, to prove how understanding I was. But now, I no longer had to play the part of the perfect mate. "Fine," I said coolly. Surprise flashed in Mortlock’s eyes. "Really?" "But," I added with a cold smile, "it will cost you your entire prized collection of rare blood." The look on Mortlock's face froze. His collection was a priceless library of top-tier blood sources, aged for centuries. To trade it for a single agate was an outrageous demand. A flash of anger crossed his face. But then, as if a thought struck him, a smile curled his lips.

The white face towel she used to wipe out the blood was painted with my blood. I was soaked in blood, too, more than before; the metallic stench hit my senses hard this time. At this point, my thinking went from my present situation to how my Dad would feel if he heard this; he had always worried that these little health issues would escalate. I didn't picture this day coming, that I would bleed out two pants of my blood in a few minutes. My eyes began tearing up. If this is to be my end, I should know better.

“Thank you” He waved me off, then I got in. The first wave of attack was the filth, the strewn pieces of paper, the rat traps and the empty containers of take away packs. The second wave was the stench, the warm, clogged metallic stench of blood. It seemed to be coming from the seats and emanating from the very being of the man. I scrunched my eyebrows but said nothing. Had he been injured?. I sniffed again; that was too much blood to come out of one person and survive.

my mother says standing up looking worried. "Surely that's a good thing to get it over with?" I hear Orion say but I don't take my eyes off Diana. "No. She could kill her" My mother says sounding panicked. Bonnie starts sobbing and Orion comforts her. "Diana, listen to me.... You need to push her back. Control her!" I say to her firmly. Diana's eyes fly open and glow bright ice blue and I hear my mother gasp. Her skin ripples and fur starts to push through making her entire body bleed like tiny needles pricking her.

Her face was so focused, fearless, like failure wasn’t even a thought, that quiet moment of trying. He took the knife and its cold fire burned hot. Without pause, he dragged it across his palm. His blood wasn’t red, it was bright, liquid silver, burning with cold. The pain hit hard, squeezing his heart. He gasped, vision blurring, and slapped his bleeding hand onto the journal’s open page. The pages did not glow. They drank in the silver blood, the parchment turned black as night, then white lines burned bright, not words, but a perfect, simple image: a girl holding a small, hurt bird.

But the more I looked, the colder I felt. Some were faded. Some had red marks across them, thin lines that slashed through their faces. I picked one up with shaking hands. The girl in it was smiling, holding a glass in her hand. On the back, Calder had written a date. Nothing else. I put it down quickly, my fingers trembling, and looked at the diary. Against every thought in my head telling me to stop, I opened it. The first page was neat, his handwriting smooth. At first, it looked like normal notes, records of dinners, meetings, private thoughts. Then the words darkened.

Naomi nearly fainted when she heard this. (Sora POV) my twin sister is killed by a evil spirit controlling my friend JJ and Omar is watching over him at the hospital as we speak. If I am not scared shitless then am a fool. Half of the people I know is either dead or they have disappeared without a trace. I headed back to the scene of the crime which is JJ’s to see if I can find any clue with out search. What is that thing in our friend body is full of hate and pure evil. Luckily the police isn’t around, and the front door was unlocked, I entered the house and got to work. I checked his room, email, mailbox, backyard, bathroom, and now am in the kitchen where the murder scene had taken place.

the inscribed words intensified my anxiety as I turned over the pages of the diary. Many stuff in there were personal, I hope you don’t expect me to share them. The diary was designed beautifully, a page wrote “is it possible to love someone when you are just sixteen?” the next page inscribed “if only he was not younger than me” I read through some poems which she had composed, sometimes she would inscribe a writing with no contextual meaning. The last paragraph where her writing stopped inscribed “I'm scared – butterflies become afraid right – just one snap and they are dead.” I was lucky to see her coming straight to my direction, I quickly left the diary on its previous spot then reclined

Not about Alexis who will become a vampire hunter. Alexis immediately closed the diary she was holding on there once again, and moved on to the second diary. Right now on there are some discussions about vampire hunters written by Alexis's parents. But the contents of the second diary are only about the activities of Alexis' parents who are also as the vampire hunters. Alexis sighed again slowly on there right now. Alexis closed the second diary on there again, and slowly borrowed her dizzy forehead there for a moment. Then slowly, Alexis put the second diary back there, and turned to the third diary, the last diary written by Alexis's parents after all. After that, slowly, Alexis began to o