Blood Bath Beyond Novels & Stories

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

And beside me did not mean she was to stay silent. I exhaled slowly. "You're right. I'm sorry." Savannah's expression shifted, surprise softening her fear. "I know." She said, a little too quickly. Despite everything, my mouth twitched. I turned back to the papers. "Look, there's more." The next page was older. And not in my mother's handwriting, but a copied passage from some record I didn't recognize. "To create a Bloodborn, you require three violations: stolen wolf blood, vampiric hunger, and Luna magic that had been broken from its rightful bond. The result is neither dead nor living. Neither wolf nor vampire, but something that is between doors." I read out loud.

She ran straight into Ethan's arms, trembling like a fragile, helpless bird. "Impressive, Mr. West. Truly, you're a once-in-a-lifetime perfect husband," Amber mocked, her every word like a slap across Ethan's face. However, his body instinctively shielded the woman in his arms. I looked into his eyes, my body pressed against the railing. I calmly said, "Ethan West, you want me dead." His brows furrowed even deeper. He denied it, saying he did not want to play childish games with me anymore.

I let my eyes move across the table, watching their silent reactions. “But it’s the vampires that disturb me more,” I continued, voice soft but clear. “The killer used a forbidden method, death by full blood drainage. No tears, no marks of force. Just… empty. And the way the blood was drained wasn’t just to kill, it looked ceremonial. Intentional. As if someone is trying to ascend… or become something, someone, supernatural.” I stopped there, keeping the rest of my findings close to my chest. I didn’t trust them enough to give more. The room had fallen dead silent.

Toby had done it. The sunset was replaced by a high-resolution scan of the birth certificate I’d found in the safe. Beside it appeared the DNA results Arthur Vance had decrypted—the undeniable proof of our shared bloodline. And then, the final blow: a series of audio recordings Laredo had made in the cabin. “Fear and desire are the same emotion... You’re the sacrifice your mother made for her vanity.” Laredo’s own voice filled the ballroom, cold, clinical, and monstrous. It wasn't the voice of a titan; it was the voice of a predator.

I had lost the memory of how this trial ended in the book, but I hadn't lost the instinct to survive. Without hesitation, the Emissary sliced my palm. I didn’t flinch. I watched, detached, as my blood - darker than it should have been - began to fall. Each drop hit the sacred silver basin below with the sound of thunder made small. The water within glowed a brilliant, crystalline silver where my blood touched it, rippling outward like moonlight on a restless sea. For a heartbeat, it was beautiful. Then the light faltered. Dark, oily tendrils began to coil beneath the surface - alive, hungry, and whispering in tongues that had not been spoken since the first death.

Three days after identifying Silas Greythorne's handwriting, Sera woke to urgent knocking. Lucien burst in before she could answer, his eyes wild with fear. His voice was tight, almost cracking. "There's been a murder." She was out of bed immediately. "What? Where?" "The Nocturne District. A vampire elder, found dead in his home last night." He handed her his phone. "Look at the positioning." Sera's blood ran cold, and a wave of nausea rose in her throat. The body was arranged on the floor, arms spread, throat slashed. Around him, ritual markings drawn in blood.

After a few minutes nothing happened. "Something is going on with you," Zain stated and grabbed her hand. He stared at it then looked at her with confusion in his eyes. "Your fingers are turning black," he said with a raspy voice. Megan looked at her fingers and saw the darkening tips. She curled them and tuck them into her coat pockets "I don't know what's happening." "You should have listened to me." They searched around when they heard a loud strange noise, and before their very eyes, Josie's werewolf body disappeared!

The ground beneath my feet squelched with blood—black blood. I could feel it drying on my skin, caking against the sides of my neck, crusted over my forearms. And it wasn’t just me. Every single soldier behind me… my brothers in arms, my father—Alpha Camden himself—we were all drenched in it. Thick splashes of obsidian blood painted our bodies, our fur, our faces. I blinked hard, my eyes struggling to make sense of the scene. This wasn’t normal. This was anything but normal.

Poor thing, didn’t know what was coming ahead for him. In another moment, there was a splash of blue colored liquid all over the man’s hands and his already stained clothes, along with some of the drops falling on the ground, while a whole lot of stream was flowing into the bowl containing red blood. The animal was butchered mercilessly, and the blue liquid was it’s blood. The man filled the blood bowl with that blue blood, and threw away the dead creature. Putting his one hand into the bowl and mixing the contents, he kept on chanting the words, which were first coming out