Bleeding Edge Novel Novels & Stories

The sting of tears burned the back of her eyes, and a lump lodged in her throat. To her utter horror and humiliation, she saw Sébastien’s eyes narrow on her face. He came closer, and she feared even moving in case she shattered and fell apart. “What is it, Cassandra? What’s wrong? You seem… edgy.” She shook her head and laughed a bitter laugh. Was he for real right now? “Edgy…?” She’d been on a knife-edge ever since she’d laid eyes on him. Sébastien was standing so close she could smell him. Cassandra tried to control her emotions, but he came closer and the air seemed to swirl headily around them.

Henna will be mad if she has to buy me new books already. This stupid shade over my head is doing less to nothing to protect me from the rain. It's started to get really cold now. The wind is blowing ghastly almost, it seems like it must be storming in some places. Glad it's not happening here. I wouldn't like the idea of getting washed away from the earth with the harsh wind as much as Gabriel would like that. I have to admit though, I really like storms, I don't know why but It gives me inner peace, makes me all giddy for some unknown reason.

Legends of the End Times. Okay. A little on the nose. She pulled it out. The book snapped open like it had been waiting for her. Pages fluttered violently — way too violently for the still air. Most were gone. Torn out. Clean edges, not ragged. Deliberate. Only one page remained. Scrawled in handwriting that wasn't printed: She will bloom when all else dies. Aria stared. The ink bled at the edges. Not like water damage. Like tears.

Seraphina’s POV. Since the moon rose high, its fading light cast a luminescent on the blood-stained ground. There was blood and metal in the air; there was acrid smoke from the war. While at the edge of the emergence, my heart raced in me, adrenaline running free through my veins. The fight had left me with bruises on my body, but the sound of silence caused hair to fly down my neck. Luckily, I was not really hurt. I had a feeling that something was seems odd.

I’m really happy with this extra material. When i arrive at the edge of the forest, i smelled a blood smell. There’s a sound of weapon clashing and someone shouthing. I then moving faster and gave a look toward the clashing party. With a nonchalant attitude i just moving toward them, ignoring the crowd. From what i saw the two are bandit vs some noble. A cliche developement as i saw.

It was a journal - but whose? "Open it," The Shadow urged. "You'll find all the answers you seek within its pages." Celess hesitated for a moment before flipping open the book. What she saw inside made her blood run cold. It was her father's journal. Celess's heart raced as she flipped through the pages of her father's journal. Memories flooded back to her as she read about her father's struggles with being a vampire, his innermost thoughts and feelings about their kind and their place in the world.

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.

She takes my hand, and the moment her skin touches mine, my head snaps back and everything fades— ⸻ We’re standing on an empty airfield, chaos erupting around us. Our people clash with humans and sharply dressed rogues. But it’s the glowing eyes watching from the forest that tell me—we’re not alone. Then suddenly, both Drake and I drop. Darts pierce our throats. Our hearts still. We don’t move again. Baylee and Caden come sprinting across the road, their screams echoing through the air. But the fight doesn’t stop—it gets worse.

"Dark spells have difficulty sticking with a white witch for too long, but ‘twill suffice for a while.” Kira sat in a chair next to Agatha with shoulders slumped. She’d regretted going to the docks that morning almost every day since she’d done it, but none more so than at that moment. Satisfied that they were safe for the time being, she guided Agatha to the bathroom and prepared a hot bath for her to soak in. The scent of her friend’s blood as it slowly oozed from her wounds left a hollow, nagging in Kira. Remembering the blood Edwin got from the blood bank, she put a little in a glass and drank it down. She was careful to take just enough to relieve the nagging inside of her. She had

Infact, if was only on one edge of the last sheet. It was - blood.