A Guide Thicker Than Blood Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,

The creature approaches me and then lies down in front of me. Stepping toward the large hound I reach out placing my hand on the nose of the creature. The dog closes their eyes as a strong presence fills me. I gasp as the dog begins to disappear, slowly begging absorbed through my fingertips. My breath picks up as my lungs begin to burn. I sink to the ground gasping for air.

“And Lia? Clean your knuckles. The blood under your fingernails is too careful. Too clean. Real blood stays for days.” She fled into the neon-lit night, the walls of her identity crumbling around her. She had infiltrated the Moretti family. And in doing so, she had been utterly, completely caught. The hunt was on, but she was no longer the hunter. She was the prey on a very short, very invisible leash, held by the most dangerous man she had ever met. And the ghost of her sister’s earring seemed to burn in the darkness between them, a silent witness to the devil’s bargain she had just made.

I pressed my back against the wall, my pulse thundering. Silence followed — heavy and fragile. Outside, voices shouted orders. Boots pounded along the dock. But no one came in. The light swept past the broken window once, twice… and then faded. We stayed like that — unmoving, listening — until the only sound left was the steady slap of waves against the pillars. I turned to him. “You’re losing too much blood.” He leaned back against the wall, breath ragged. “Not my first time.” “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

My legs gave out from underneath me, I tried to brace myself for impact against the ground, but instead my weak body was pulled into strong arms. I blinked, trying to clear the blurriness in my eyes again, the dark spots started clouding my vision, but before it fully had a chance to pull me in, I was met with deep seafoam eyes that shone with so much intensity, “I have you.." *** This chapter wasn't the best, my apologies, next chapter will be better I promise. Shalini Zhara <3

I exhale loudly and make to snap the book shut but the sharp end prick my finger. With a hiss under my breath, I press my finger tightly as tiny drops of blood trickles down. The blood drops on the page and like a mystery, words begin to form, unraveling themselves. I watch with shock, my heart pounding against my ribcage at the swirling letters that aren't there before. As soon as it starts, the strokes end. I glance warily at my finger which has healed instantly and with my pulse spiking, I read the words; ‘Rare is the blood born beneath the crimson gaze of the moon,

The windows fogged from the inside. Beneath my chest, the book was still open. But the last page had changed again. No words. Just one large symbol in the shape of a womb… with three drops of blood falling from it. And below that, one small line in a language I didn’t know—but somehow understood: “She who summons this blood will split the life-line and let darkness descend.” Footsteps echoed outside. Not party shoes. Not heels. But bare feet on marble. I held my breath. The door was unlocked.

"I'm a vampire. Human blood is my food. Don't you know?" "I know." "Then you're not afraid if I suck your blood again like before?" #to be continued in Chapter 17.2 - Guard

“They would love to meet you. I know they will.” “Tomorrow,” I promised. “I’ll come tomorrow.” After the call ended, I retrieved the books once more… My fingers hesitated over Lunareeth. When I opened it again, the old and sharp page edge caught my skin. A sharp sting… Before I could react, a single drop of blood fell onto the blank parchment. “Oh no!” I immediately reached for it instinctively— but froze. The blood— it didn’t smear. It sank! And then— words began to form before my eyes.

Chapter 11: A Debt in Blood Pain pulsed through my skull, dragging me slowly back to consciousness. My head felt like it was wrapped in fog, each thought sluggish and disjointed. My body—limp and heavy, like something had drained all life from it—lay uncomfortably on cold, unforgiving stone. A damp, stagnant air filled the room, the pungent scent of mildew mixing with something metallic, like blood, so thick I could almost taste it.