Blood And Wine Cast Novels & Stories

I take my usual spot in the corner, the chair by the window that nobody else likes because the air conditioner vent blows cold air directly on it. I’m halfway through my cup when Renee walks in. She spots me, raises an eyebrow. “You look like hell.” “Thanks.” She pours herself coffee. Leans against the counter. “Double?” “Triple.” “Jesus, Cass.” Two more nurses come in behind her. Shauna and Beth. They head straight for the coffee pot, already mid-conversation. “I’m just saying,” Shauna’s shaking her head, stirring sugar into her cup. “No one’s going to last. Did you hear what happened to the last one?”

"Okay guys, what’s in the vial." One of the hunters smiled very evilly and took the vial to his lips. "Why don't you wait and see bloodsucker!" Tilting the vial, he drained it of its contents. The other hunter repeated the same steps. Both closed their eyes and stood for a couple of seconds in silence. Belle was not gonna chance it. Starting to move towards them, she advanced. Both of them opened their eyes and it stopped Belle dead in her tracks. No fucking way! This can not be happening! Their eyes no longer held the human look but that of a vampire. She knew she was in for a ride.

She hummed a light tune as she poured a deep, blood-red Cabernet into crystal stems. “It’s so nice to just be the three of us,” she said, her voice bright and brittle. She took her seat at the foot of the table, opposite Laredo. “Laredo, you’ve been so busy lately, I feel like we’ve barely seen you for more than twenty minutes at a time.”

Because I'm blacking out. "Leave her alone!" A woman shouts. Definitely not Dell. Soft hands pat my skin. "oh my god she's naked. Anastasia?" "Who-" I breathlessly attempt to ask. My eyes can't see anything. "Flower." Dell's tone joins the woman. "Oh, thank god. She's blacking out slowly. It's a side effect of wolfsbane." The soft hands are ripped off, only to be replaced by Dell's. I remember his touch.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

It threw me off. The fact that he was a silver blood, I scrutinized his appearance in the photo, there wasn't any resemblance to Hannah or her mother, no distinct silver-colored hair, he just looked like an average werewolf. I had seen his wolf a couple of times but it was just a normal brown color, nothing special. When they found out that he was a silver blood, they took him along with Melissa, but they didn't find anything in him. The gene for a silver blood was there, but it was dormant, it could only be expressed in females, and so they killed him, labeling him as waste.

He held the chalice out. "Drink," he whispered gently. "It’s just wine." Emily reached for it. The heavy gold cup felt cold against her fingers. She looked down into the red liquid. The static in her head spiked. A scream tore through her mind. The wine wasn't wine. It was silver blood. Thick, metallic, and bubbling. And floating in the center of the cup was a human eye. Ethan’s eye. Emily gasped. Her hand jerked. "No!" she cried out, recoiling.

I already know that she's peppered with them all over her body. "So everyone will obviously know before lunch." I say my hands brushing up her arms. She flinches slightly at the contact. "Give me a good reason not to kill that son of a bitch." It's a growl and she shifts uncomfortably and I sit up so my eyes are level with hers. They're completely green now her wolf retreated for now. "I've got it handled." She says quietly no longer looking in my eyes. "It only happens when he drinks too much but doesn't pass out. I was also late getting home yesterday so-"

Without hesitation, he grabbed his car keys from the table, his expression turning grave. Zoey quickly stopped him. She hid the blood-stained and broken wine glass behind her back and pointed at the empty bottle on the floor with a mocking smile. "Ian, look. The wine bottle isn't even broken. The blood on her face is just red ink. Every actor uses that kind of realistic-looking fake blood." Ian studied my face carefully. When his gaze landed on the intact bottle, it turned frightfully cold. The faint trace of concern he had just begun to feel for me vanished in an instant.

I reach for my wine glass with numb fingers, thinking water, I need water, but my hand won't cooperate properly. The goblet tips and red wine spills across the white tablecloth like blood. Through blurring vision, I see Valerian's head snap up and his eyes lock on mine. And I watch gold bleed to crimson as understanding hits him. "ARIA!"