Novel & Cerita A Diary Of Blood

The blood in the petals reacted, rising in red drops, swirling around her arm, sucking into her flesh. A tremor rang out from the earth. From deep below, the blood abyss shook. --- Inside the blood abyss, Lucien opened his eyes. Before him was an endless void of blood and souls, distorted faces, wailing calls echoing everywhere. Flows of memories rushed through like blades: war, betrayal, love, sin. He was lost among them, blind in the red night. “Evelyn!” he screamed. The call echoed back, lost, then dissipated like a strangled breath.

Because of her photographic memory, her ability to recall exactly what she had seen was top notch. All these years, she had dutifully written down every single vision she had seen, starting with the one of her and Hazel. It didn’t matter if she could change the vision or not. Whether it happened or not. She just jotted everything down. Perhaps one day, the diary entries would come in handy and she would get to save a lot of lives. With that in mind, she flipped to the next page where another entry awaited to be written and she sighed heavily as she wrote down the disturbing title; THE GRUESOME MASSACRE.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 "𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑..... 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛..... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘..." Katherine That organ in my body that pumps blood and keeps my whole blood warm somersaulted and I took a step back. Alexander Tyrone leaned on the door in all his glory.

I grab my knife but he's quick. He grabs my arm. His grip is cold and slimy. I scream and slash at him. The knife cuts his shoulder. Black blood oozes out. It stinks like dead fish. He doesn't stop. He slams me against the wall. My head hits hard. Stars flash in my eyes. He rips my shirt open, and the buttons fly. My bra shows. He tears it off. My tits bounce free. Cold air hits my nipples. They harden from fear.

and I can't help myself. **** We read through his diary or whatever he called it. And learnt some shocking details. Russell was sick and the entries that he had written down were all about me and those killed. Where he made it seem as if we were dating, and part take in some very detailed activities. He went as far as making it out as if I was the one that was crazy and stalking him. "We should get rid of these." Felix said. "Wait." I took the book from him and read something that caught my eye, then laughed.

I said as Cassian grabbed the journal once again. "Everything about vampires revolves around blood," Cassian continued. "So if Mother wants to tell us something in her diary, then our blood should activate it!" While Sylver stared between Cassian and me—still trying to understand what we were talking about, Cassian cut himself without blinking. Then he pressed his bleeding palm over the first empty page of the journal. We all held our breaths, watching as the first drops descended over the old pages. A bright light suddenly erupted through the journal like a silent fire had been set up.

That was until I opened the book that was on the table and the whiff of something metallic hit me like a freight train. It wasn’t fresh, but it was unmistakable. Blood. I opened the first page and let out a shaky breath of shock for what had to be the tenth time since I had been in this room. “This is the diary of Amanda Crossfield. Should you come across this book while I am deceased, please read it. The dead have nothing to fear. If I am still alive, proceed no further. I will flay your skin in the open sun and coat your exposed insides with honey.”

His eyes were wild and full of terror. "Yes, Baroka. I cry for my lovely mother. She died in this very room, you see. There on the floor is her blood... Yes the stories are true," I offered to help him off the ground and he only accepted because he had no other choice. I could hear his heart beating as if they were about to explode, and the blood moving so fast in his veins. "You have nothing to fear from me, Baroka. I do not feed on people, and your blood is so full of vervain, I would be doing myself a disservice if I drink from you." This calmed him down a bit as his heart rate started to slow down.

I walked over and picked it up and Adrian made a noise like he was going to stop me but I opened it anyway. The first page had Sophia's name and a date from three years ago and the pages were filled with her handwriting, paragraphs of tiny neat words. "This is her diary," I said. "That's not—" Adrian stopped. "I thought that was a work journal." "It's her diary." I flipped through and saw they were all dated, all personal entries about her life and thoughts. I turned to the last entry and my blood went cold when I saw the date. The day before she died.