Blood In The Water Book Novels & Stories

"It is O positive, your favorite." I smiled at him before extending my hand to collect the blood bag. My orbs turned red once my fang sunk into the bag. My eyelid closed while I savored every drop of the liquid that touched my tongue. It felt like a release from the shackle of bondage I had inserted myself in right from the day we all lost Kate.

Chapter 1 It was late at night at around 10:30 pm in San Francisco a woman walked passed a street it was dark that she had to make use of a touch light in order to get a clear view of where she was heading to, just when she was about taking a step she felt something around her when she was about to look around she heard some strange voice which she found kind of weird, at first it was frighten, she asked herself "what could that be." while she stood there wondering what on Earth could have made such a weird sound, she was lost in her thoughts, then she heard a foot steps as if she was been followed by an unknown person, now she was scared because she knew it wasn't natural for all this thin

The food was definitely not ordinary, and I wasn't sure I wanted to fall under the influence of whatever poison he'd add to the food. I closed my eyes and leaned on the shelf, stretching my legs to ease the pain in my joints, but I soon noticed that the blood dripping from my wound had begun to sip into one of the books on the floor. In a split second, I already moved my hand away from the book, but in the process I mistakenly flipped the book open. I moved my hand in an attempt to stop blood from dripping onto the pages of the book, and as I was about to push the book away my eyes caught something on it.

Behind me, someone whispered, "The Mother sees all." As I fell to my knees, I saw Elias's terrified face. With my fading strength, I pressed the book into his hands. "Page forty-three," I gasped. "The holy pool. Blue fire against black water. Only true mates can... can break..." The world began to darken around me. With my last conscious thought, I reached for the knife still embedded in the floor, pulling it free and pressing it into Amara's hands. "Blood calls to blood," I whispered. "Save your brother."

Alexis hissed holding back the pain she felt in the palm of her right hand right now. Serina made Alexis clasp her palm there, and started dripping Alexis' blood right on the ancient paper. And every time Alexis's blood dripped onto the paper, it immediately moved to make a clue. Alexis had absolutely no idea how her blood could do all that. Not long after that, the blood stopped moving, and Serina released her grip on Alexis' hand, then handed her a tissue to cover the wound on Alexis' hand. Serina looked at the result of the clue made by Alexis' blood drop there. Which Alexis blood forms a word, namely: Hunter.

MARIANNE The water felt heavy, like the weight of the world pressing me deeper into the abyss. My limbs thrashed, desperate to reach the surface, but the more I struggled, the farther away it seemed. Then, like a sinister veil being lifted, the water turned crimson, the deep red staining everything around me. My arms became numb, the pain gnawing through my body. I gasped, the choking sensation of water filling my lungs, blurring the line between life and death.

My blurred vision was making me heave so I close my eyes and crawl in the direction I think it is. I feel the cold tile floor of the bathroom on my hands and flop forwards embracing it's coolness on my body. My throat started to burn again like she was clawing at me from the inside tearing her way up. I grit my teeth and grip onto the bath tub pulling myself up. I fall into the tub in a huge splash sending water everywhere. I drink at the blood stained water greedily trying to soothe my thirst. The cold water does little to soothe the burning like earlier and my breathing picks up as I pant through my mouth.

Blood starting flow from the noise, nearly fainted from loosing many white liquid. If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.

My father thinks I spend my nights reading. That’s not entirely a lie. Just not books. This room is mine in a way no other room in this house is mine. The rest of the townhouse is my mother's taste — warm and beautiful and expensive, every surface chosen to project exactly the image the Conti family wants projected. My room looks like the inside of my head. Whiteboards on two walls, half of them network maps, the other half cipher keys I've already cracked. A punching bag in the corner worn to gray leather at center mass. Gun cabinet beside the closet — three weapons, combination lock. My father knows about two of them. I find the thread at 3:12 a.m. A routing number. Buried six layers deep,

Maeve lunged to grab it, but a bodyguard shoved her back with a kick. "Don't listen to her! She's just using her money to frame me. It's not hard to fake a video!" she cried. Freddie wasn't swayed and watched carefully. The footage clearly showed Maeve getting out by a small convenience stand and buying a bottle of water while wearing that dress, sunglasses, and a mask. A long-time smoker, she took off the mask when she lit a cigarette, and the shop's security camera caught her face. My heart finally dropped from my throat.