Blood And Thunder Audiobook Novels & Stories

His mouth had moved to his forehead, his eyes reddened, they were held by a single line from the socket. “You don’t learn your lessons, do you?” Then he spun around and threw me at a tree. BANG I coughed up the blood that had formed in my chest from the impact. My heartbeat hammered in my ears. What the hell was this thing? It slowly made its way towards me, opening its gaping maw that led into the darkness and sharpened teeth ready to pierce through its victim. The heat in my chest slowly built up, a heat that was familiar but strange.

The headlights cut a desperate path through the sheets of torrential rain, illuminating nothing but endless miles of dark, empty pine forests ahead of us. I slumped against the passenger door, my head rattling against the glass as the truck hit a pothole. Every bump sent a white-hot spike of agony straight into my chest. I pressed a hand over my makeshift bandages, feeling the hot, steady pulse of fresh blood soaking through the cloth. "Hold on, Dante," Sophia said, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. She glanced at the rearview mirror, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and adrenaline. "Just hold on. We're losing them."

She didn’t even bother to get a cup as she chugged the blood down straight from the gallon. The blood tasted stale. She didn’t know what it felt like to drink blood straight from the source until Damon showed her how to. She wanted fresh blood, not the stale thing her dad kept feeding her. As she pulled the gallon away from her lips, her eyes caught sight of Taylor. Oh, no. She forgot to lock the door. He was standing there, looking terrified, still trying to process what he just saw. After he had registered it in his head, he let out a screeching scream.

Just the empty, rain-soaked street. She swallowed hard and whispered into the dark, her voice trembling. “What do you want from me?” Thunder rolled across the sky, deep and endless. And then, from somewhere far beyond the trees, faint, but just clear enough to make her blood run cold, came the sound of a wolf’s howl.

By the time the last body fell, silence followed me like a shroud. I stood among ruin and corpses, my breath heavy, claws blood-soaked, my eyes burning with thirst for more dead bodies. Facing the sky, I roared out loud, shaking the very earth of Woodhound violently. “What happened here?” I heard Thor's voice behind me, all bloodied as he held Freya close to himself. “Ruins and death!” she answered lowly and I roared gutturally a second time, proceeding in their direction.

Anna Leigh Panic swept throughout my body, I could feel and hear the blood rushing in my ears like roaring water as thunderous sounds crashed around me in a sea of explosions, I could feel the heavy gulps of breath my lungs fought for, the bile in my throat was making it hard to focus. The chaos around me sent a shiver of dread all the way to my toes, the bodies of people littered the icy ground, rivers of blood flowed free as a fountain throughout the battle field. My stomach began to lurch trying to force out its contents from the sight of the mangled dead all over the ground.

AURORA'S POV I think I'm mesmerized by the sight of him. It seems as if I just summoned a demon from hell to fight my battles. I hate the sight of blood, but at this moment, I can't help but cry in relief as I see the blood staining his hands. Knowing that it belongs to the beasts who wanted to devour me. He throws the thug away and he hits the wall convulsing. His men who were chasing after him finally catch up and fall on the thugs, giving them the beating of their lives. The sound of crushing bones suddenly doesn't feel offensive to me, I like it even.

The man's hand on my arm immediately fell. They stepped back but stopped when continuous thunders echoed in the sea. I got startled too, but I stood still on my position and fixed my eyes on the man in front. He's just standing there, no weapons, and eyes glowing in the midst of darkness. He didn't just look dangerous. He looked lethal. The look in his eyes screamed bloodshed. The thought of what he could do in anger made me shiver.

Chapter 95 – The Burden of Blood Lucien’s POV “Gone?” Theron’s voice is barely more than a whisper, yet it slices through the chaos like lightning splitting the heavens. The storm howls above us, matching the fury building inside my chest. Rain hammers down in relentless torrents, soaking through our cloaks, armor, skin—down to the bone. The earth beneath our feet is soft and treacherous, sucking at our boots like it wants to drag us under. Thunder growls like a beast overhead.

Right at that moment, Hayden, who had been silent throughout, suddenly said, "I remember now!" The three of them turned around and saw Hayden with a look of realization on his face. He looked up at Fane earnestly and he hurried forward, arriving next to Fane. "It's Evil Blood Thunder!" Hayden said firmly. Fane paused for a moment before asking, "What is Evil Blood Thunder?" Hayden quickly answered, "Evil Blood Thunder is what caused us to feel that sliver of electricity around Jackson and Riv's wounds!