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A human, at least. I wring my palms, they felt sandy. I opened my palms, looking into them. They were covered in ash. My arms. My fucking body. “Oh no.” I tried rubbing it off, scrubbing them off with the back of my wrist. It was as though they were glued to my skin. I'm scrubbing them off more. More. I want to rip the top of my skin off. Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks. Hot tears.

He thinks there is something special about my blood. He didn't even take his time to reveal his true colours because he is really evil. He just popped out to kidnap me and claim that I'm his mate. I look around the tiny corner I'm in . The place is damp with a strong scent of kerosene. According to my mum.kerosene is usually used as a way to musk a scent of something . I just can't believe I'm in the hands of a maniac right now with no way out. I can't even cross my legs to sit comfortably because my body is bound tightly with these ropes. What if Orion was right about everything. My body reacted differently to the silver knife and all this time I knew that silver doesn't affect us humans bu

Only then does my wolf relax. The transformation back to human form tears through muscle and bone. I take control again. The world steadies. Air fills my lungs. And that air tastes like blood. Blood. Death. Damp soil. I lower my gaze to my hands. They are red. Thick streaks of it coating my fingers and palms. The color reminds me of the place inside my chest that still feels torn open. — “Any casualties?” My voice sounds calm. Controlled. Alpha. Alex answers quickly.

They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system. Garick’s gaze tracked the fading lines of the corruption, and then his eyes shifted to the dark, deep gash slashed across Riheirk’s left wrist, still sluggishly weeping dark crimson. He knew exactly what had happened. He knew the biological ledger had been permanently signed. Riheirk braced himself for the explosive wrath of an enraged Alpha dad. He opened his mouth, his gravelly baritone rough and completely stripped of its usual military authority. "Garick... it was an ambush. A rogue Blood-born. The venom was closing he

I watch as Ivy takes a bottle out of her purse and starts spraying something in the air. The mist falls on me, and I try to shake it off, but Ivy does her best to practically soak me in the stuff. “What is this?” “Nothing for you to be concerned about,” Angeline laughs. “Don’t blame us for your mistakes, Aurora. If you had just minded your own business, you wouldn’t be in this situation,” Ivy hisses. She waves her hand at Angeline, and something scratchy wraps around my wrists. “Wh-what are you…”

something red She shrieks in horror at what it says as deja CU hits her all over again, it drips down the mirror like blood “I will Avenge My Brother”

“This is how we get it.” Their gazes clashed long enough to spark. Finally Alpha Malric looked at me instead. “You can refuse,” he said. I held his eyes. “I will not.” Something moved behind his expression then, something like reluctant pride wrapped in fear. “Do it,” I told Orrin. The needle pricked my finger. A drop of my blood welled. Orrin let one drop of the infected sample meet it on the glass plate. Instead of spreading dark, the corruption thinned. The color paled, then broke apart like smoke in wind.

I was able to hear it clearly now as the cacophony of demons of Macabantran dungeons was finally silenced: Red flowers, red flowers… Blooming with blood, a pledge of spring which never came Red flowers, red flowers An omen, here, red flowers will never be the same. Red flowers, red flowers… In the midst of the misery of hell “No fucking way. It is not possible. He is alive!” I heard Norgarth mumble under his breath.

The world pulsed with the scars of their defiance, its golden horizon now streaked with a red light that burned at its edge, not warm like a sunrise but ravenous, a hunger that dwarfed the Flame, the Night, and all they’d faced. The stone circle lay in ruins, its symbols scattered but glowing faintly, a testament to Agnes’s song, which hummed through the earth, frayed but unbroken.

neo Apr 2015 werewolf thoughts at midnight there are bones between my teeth moonlight glimmering in my eyes dried blood in my nails, in my hair my head pounding (thump. thump. thump.) you know they say blood is thicker than water but that just means blood is more likely to stick in my throat coughing up family ties one by one glistening red memories, leaving only a metallic aftertaste sick nightmare fantasy of ripping open bodies im the monster in your fairytale stories lets do a bit of editing, perhaps? lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps?