Novel & Cerita Back In Blood

Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.

ROAR" - my voice instills fear in all who hear it. "To any descendant of mine who hears me, I demand blood! Give it to me!" A woman's voice responds, "Yes, my lord." Within moments, the echo of a human voice and the sound of a sword slicing through flesh fill the air. Each drop of blood is a symphony to my ears, a melody I haven't heard for centuries. Now, with every passing second, human blood rejuvenates my system. I feel alive again. My skeletal figure slowly levitates, a testament to the residual power that has lingered in my body over the centuries.

His voice cracking, "Pa kache dèyè li (Don’t hide behind him). Mwen se san’w (I am your blood). Mwen p’ap janm kite’l fè’w mal ankò (I’ll never let her hurt you again).” “¿Sangre? (Blood?) Blood don’t stop bullets, viejo (old man). She doesn't remember you! Back. Ahora (Now), until mi princessa is ready to acknowledge you as her familia,” Dragon warns him, the Kimbers steady in his grip, rain dripping off their barrels into the .44 Magnum’s chambers.

“Its good to see you, Chris. I've been about, just returned back to the city a few days ago.” Chris nodded, before pausing. “Wait, that isnt your blood, now is it?” Shawn let out a laugh. “Oh God no.’ Chris chuckled, before glancing at me. “Are you ready?” I nodded, glancing at Shawn. Chris followed my sight before nodding thoughtfully. “Do you want to come over to my side and get a fresh pair of clothes, probably wash off the blood before you head back home so wouldn't freak out the neighbours?” Shawn chuckled. ‘That would be great."

The trees leaned as though trying to flee. ⸻ Day Seven. The final countdown. Ava stood by the ancient ruins, the wind wrapping around her like a cloak. Achi joined her, his body tense but steady. “We started this with fear,” she said, her voice clear, “but we’ll finish it with truth.” Behind them, Marcus and Darius watched in silence. Neither dared speak. The ground itself seemed to breathe with anticipation. The Blood Moon began to rise—larger than ever, swollen and pulsing with power. Its red light painted the world in warning.

Sure, one dress didn't prove anything, but it calmed the grieving family down for now. I said to Freddie, "The crashed car is here. Let's check the dashcam." Freddie's expression softened. "Yeah. If I find out someone's lying to me today, I'll kill them myself!" In my last life, I was killed before anyone could check the dashcam. This time, I finally had a chance. I had Maeve to thank for being overconfident. She'd actually brought the car back, probably planning to sell it off once things died down.

“I’m going to kill you.” My shifting sent Joey and Anna into a spiral. “A white wolf. She’s a white wolf…” As expected from an Alpha, Joey was quick to snap back to reality. He gave Anna a nudge and shouted, “Run!” Joey put himself between us to cover Anna’s escape. There was no way I would let them get away with it. Blood must be paid with blood. I was right on Anna’s tail all the way to the street. Even on the broad street, she managed to lose herself in the heavy traffic.

he says, and then I see it. The knife. My blood runs cold. “No,” I whisper. He lunges forward. Pain explodes through my arm. A sharp, tearing pain that steals the air from my lungs. I scream. It burns. It burns so badly I can barely think. Warmth spreads down my skin. Blood. My blood. I try to pull away, but my strength is fading too fast. The room spins. The man tightens his grip again, dragging me toward the door. “Move,” he orders.

Blood from my nose had run past my lips and chin, smearing across my cheeks and ears. The front of my shirt had long since lost its original color. It was soaked through with blood. The pool beneath me had spread to Derrick’s shoes, sticky and dark. “Harriet?” Derrick’s voice trembled. He called my name again. “Harriet?” Mom had been celebrating Sheila’s safe return. When she saw Derrick storm toward the storage room, she followed him. The sight before her made her scream. She covered her mouth and staggered back a step. Dad had been comforting the frightened Sheila. After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well.

My father had decided weakness would not be tolerated in his heir. I woke up with a violent start. The glass slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. Pain exploded in my chest before I could draw another breath. The Black Blood Curse had returned. Black veins crawled beneath my skin as my heart stuttered dangerously. Kaelor roared inside me, fighting for control while my body partially shifted. Claws extended from my fingers. My spine felt like it was splitting.