Novel & Cerita Back In Blood

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

What the hell happened last night? He stalked out of his bedroom and walked to her room. He pushed the door open further and stopped short again when he reached her bathroom. She stood in front of the vanity in a robe and he had a flashback of ripping it open. “What the fuck happened to your neck?” Faro had a look of horror on his face as he looked at the purple bruises. His eyes trailed down to her wrists and he visibly flinched back from her as another memory assaulted him. Faro’s heart started beating faster and his breaths turned ragged. More memories surfaced and he ran from her room back to his own and made it to his bathroom just in time. He vomited out his own disgust and it felt lik

Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never been there. When he returned, he shut the doors softly behind him. Not a drop of blood marked his suit. His expression hadn’t changed still calm, steady, controlled. But his eyes….they were colder now. Deadlier. I realized then: the rumors weren’t exaggerations. They weren’t stories told to frighten people. They were truth, barely concealed beneath this polite facade. He looked at me, at my trembling hands clutching the armrest. “You see, Signorina,” he said quietly, “this is the world you’ve been brought into. There is no room for weakness here.”

The moment it slips from your grasp, someone else is already reaching for it. They say blood is thicker than water. They never mention power. Power makes strangers into allies... ...and family into rivals. I look across the table at my father. Grey eyes meet grey eyes. There's enough resentment in his expression to poison the room. I smile properly now. Power slipped from his hands... ...and I was the one who caught it. I have no intention of ever giving it back.

Sarah said. Then she froze. Her eyes went wide, locked on the front window. “Ryder…” she whispered. “Look.” He turned. The window was fogged over from the morning chill, but there—written across the glass in jagged, dripping strokes—were three words. I’M BACK. It wasn’t paint. It wasn’t ink. It was dark red. Thick. Too real to mistake. Blood. I covered my mouth, choking on a scream. The letters were still wet, sliding down the glass.

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

I WALK INTO MY HOUSE, THE DOOR clicking shut behind me as I let my backpack drop onto the couch with a soft thud. My mind's a jumbled mess, and all I can think about is Chloe and what she's going through. I head straight for the kitchen, pulling open the fridge to grab a bottle of tangy animal blood. The cool liquid is just what I need right now.

A smell, thick and metallic, forcing its way through everything else. Blood. Fresh enough that it still carried heat in it. My stomach tightened, and for a moment I stopped breathing. There was some stupid instinct in me that wondered whether it was his, whether he had come back wounded, whether the violence that seemed to pulse so naturally through this world had finally turned and bitten one of its own. But when he stepped further into the light, I saw the truth. The dark streaks matted near his temple, the faint reddish stains still clinging to strands of damp hair, the traces at his collar where he had clearly tried to wash himself clean and failed. He had scrubbed at it, perhaps in hast

He held the dagger up to Ruben and Ruben stepped forward taking Batton’s other wrist and slashing it open as well. Kat gasped in a breath as Ruben stood side on to Batton and raised his hand, igniting Blood Reign and Batton’s blood started to glow, lifting up from the ground and, like dust particles in the sunlight, drifted up in small filaments and disappearing. Batton grimaced and a pained strangled noise escaped him as the Blood Reign started to pull the blood from his open veins, draining him completely. “You’ll kill him…” Kat breathed, watching with a morbid fascination.

The night pressed down like a suffocating shroud, thick with the weight of memory and blood. I could still smell it—the metallic tang of violence clinging to my skin, my hands, my soul. The men behind me walked in silence, shadows among shadows, their boots crunching softly over gravel as if the ground itself recoiled from our presence. I knew what they were thinking: that their leader had crossed another line, that the balance of blood I carried was no longer something that could be contained.