Blood And Thunder Novel Novels & Stories

Thunder cracked violently very loud that Vivienne thought of becoming deaf for a moment. The ground beneath her feet was uneven and soaked in blood, dark and glistening as it pooled in the cracks of the broken earth. The metallic smell mixed with that of blood and mud was so thick and suffocating. It filled her lungs until she could barely breathe, with every breath until she felt as though she might choke on it.

every rustle of leaves, every shifting wolf in the distance amplified, as if the moon were inside her skull, beating like a second heart. The sky above cracked with red clouds that shouldn’t have been there. No storm. No thunder. Just... pressure. A rising tension. The prelude to something old and holy and catastrophic. The Blood Phase had begun. And with it came the waking dreams. It started with a flicker. A twitch behind her eyes. Then the world broke. She saw Asher. His throat torn open, blood bubbling between his teeth. Reaching for her. Then Victor. On his knees, screaming in a language older than English. Fire in his mouth. His chest hollowed out like a sacrificial offering.

* Trigger Warning, this book contains violence, dark fantasy, abuse, death, murder, and trauma* Prologue Blood was everywhere, on the ceiling, the floors, the bed. The coppery smell of the warm red liquid filled the air, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I rubbed my blood-covered hands through my hair. The rage simmered as the adrenaline left my body. It was like I was stuck in a haze. Why was I covered in blood, and who did it belong to?

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.

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.

Its silence wrapped around us like a blanket, and for a moment, I let myself believe it would last. That the storm we’d been bracing for might wait a little longer. Then the pull began. It started in my chest. A slow ache, dull and strange, like something inside me was being turned toward a direction I couldn’t see. I shifted under the blankets, frowning, but the sensation didn’t stop. It intensified. A throb in my mark. A pulse beneath my ribs. Theron stirred behind me. “You feel that?” I whispered. He was already awake. His voice came low and gravel-rough against my ear. “Yes.”

Book Two: Shadowstorm Rising Chapter Four: Into the Dark They burned the bodies at dawn. Smoke curled into the gray sky, carrying the scent of ash and blood over the walls of Shadowstorm as the pack gathered in grim silence. Thorne stood with his wolves, hands clenched at his sides, the flicker of grief in his eyes quickly replaced with cold fury. Raven watched the flames, Nightfire stirring in her veins, restless. Shadow shifted within her, pacing, the hunger for action humming beneath her skin.

Rayden closed his eyes. His blood trembled. Inside him, two great currents surged, the Sacrificial Blood of the Duskar family and the War Blood of the First God. Two forces that should cancel each other out, yet now danced within the same body. The air shook violently. The Third Heaven manifested a giant light above his head. From within that light, a majestic figure slowly descended. Tall, clad in armor of fire, eyes burning like two stars born from the void.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Irina's POV I slit my throat. There was so much blood. It sprayed across the leather seats. I saw it splashed onto Alexei's newspaper. It soaked into my clothes, turning everything red. I saw the shock on Alexei's face. His eyes went wide. His mouth dropped open. He wasn't expecting it. "What did you..." he started to say. But I did not hear the rest. Everything was spinning. The world was tilting sideways.

She launches at him again. His hand wraps around my throat. Squeezing it hard that I can't breathe. For a moment, I see his face. See the horror in his eyes as he realizes what he's doing. "Roselyn," he gasps. "I'm so sorry. I can't... I can't stop..." The sky above us fills with dark clouds. Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles. And somewhere in the distance, I hear screaming. Lots of people are screaming. The blood moon. The boiling river. The fight between wolf and vampire.