Bleeding Edge Novel Novels & Stories

ZADEN I came home bleeding. The pain was sharp and burning, but I welcomed it. Blood soaked through my shirt and dripped onto the floor as I pushed open the front door. The rogue attack near the northern border had turned uglier than I expected. Teeth and claws, betrayal and fury. I had won, like I always did, but not without cost. My side was torn open, going deep through my skin and muscle. I didn’t really care. Pain was familiar. Pain was honest. It reminded me I was still alive. Still in control.

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A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

My one choice would decide the fate of this island. I felt a strange feeling holding me and could hear the screams. It was a calling. Someone was begging me for help. Tugging at my hair, I peeked inside the book. In Pages, a lady seemed to be working on a design with her child wrapped against her back. The little one with shiny eyes was dreaming while holding her mom tightly. I could feel the warmth of her smile. Nerves get on me when I put my hand on the page. The light penetrated my body. Within moments, I felt a drastic change in my surroundings.

A shadow stretched over him, blotting out the weak morning sun. The lead blood-born entity stood at the edge of the ridge. Up close, it was colossal, its pale, rubbery flesh glistening with the dark brine of the Atlantic trenches. It tilted its featureless head, the massive, unhinged jaw twitching as its rows of translucent, needle-like fangs dripped black, corrosive saliva onto the heather.

Because the edge had been reached, and nothing not protocol, not power, not fear could save us from what was coming next. The night closed in around the mansion, quiet yet charged with potential, the edge of everything looming in the darkness. And I knew, deep in my bones, that this was only the beginning. The edge had been crossed. And there would be no turning back.

THE BLEEDING EDGE ~HOLLY'S POV~ The meeting place was an old train yard on the outskirts of the city. It was dirty and rusty, and it was raining. This was a spot where people made deals or hid bodies. Maybe both. I stood by a pile of shipping containers, pulling my coat closer. The air felt electric, and that meant magic. Angry magic. "You are standing too close to the edge," a voice murmured. I turned around. Marcus Blackthorn was fixing his cufflinks nearby. He seemed out of place in the mud, looking sharp in his suit, but he was still very dangerous.

Yoel rushed to Holly's side and wrapped her in the safety of his arms. His eyes preyed towards the crowd. When he glared at Cecilia — the girl who had started it all — his glare was so intense it was as if he wanted to lash out at her.

“Romantic, aren’t you? Too bad Daisy’s already marked by me. She never looked at you, Andrew. Never will. So go back to Elinor. She’s all you’ve got left. You killed her father— when that old man rises as a ghost-wolf to take revenge, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Clang！ The sound of silver slamming into stone shattered the air. Sparks flew as Andrew’s blade struck the pillar behind Ryan. I didn’t wait to hear more. I ran downstairs and made my way to the bar.

**On the Edge of Everything** The air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burning debris. Claire's vision blurred as she tried to steady herself after the explosion, her heart pounding in her chest. The docks had become a battlefield, the shouts of armed men echoing off the warehouses, gunfire punctuating the chaos. Ruiz was somewhere in the fray, and Claire could hear her yelling commands, though the words were muffled in the ringing aftermath of the blast.