Blood In The Water Novels & Stories

The water runs pink for what feels like hours. But eventually, I see that it’s clear and I assume that the blood is off of me. When I slipped in the ballroom, I hadn’t expected to wear someone’s blood for so long. It wasn’t lost on me that I washed away the last remnants of life from someone. I didn’t know who. And I think that might have been the worst part.

Blood welled up, dark red in the dim light. "Please," I whispered to whatever gods or moon spirits might be listening. "Please let this work." I held my bleeding palm over a cup of water, letting drops of my blood fall into the liquid. Three drops. Then five. Then ten. The water began to glow. Faintly at first, then brighter. A soft silver luminescence that seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat, before the liquid became still. Please," I whispered to whatever power lived in my veins. "Please let this work.”

Convinced that it was safe, Sylver let me go ahead. But the moment I entered the water and touched it, the light flickered and turned red! My eyes widened in shock. But that wasn’t all, even the water turned blood red, like I was bleeding into it. “What the fuck—“ Sylver started exclaiming but his words were brutally swallowed by the sudden roar of the water. Before neither of us could react, the water— which was once calm and gently— turned violent. Almost like my presence had angered it! “Nyra!” Sylver yelled, reaching for my hand— aiming to get us out of the water. Or whatever was in it.

Their family was on the brink of bankruptcy. Meanwhile, Chase's mini-empire was also crumbling due to his feud with our family. Lucille still brought him back to the Gervais family. When her father saw him, I heard he immediately shot him in the chest. His injury was way worse this time. Due to overwhelming grief, Lucille lost a lot of blood during childbirth, and her baby didn't survive. In the aftermath of such sorrow, the Gervais family took their anger out on Chase. I heard he was taken back to the Gervais family and severely beaten. In the end, he succumbed to his fatal injuries.

As I walk closer to it , a feeling inside me stirs – a disturbed feeling that is even new and disturbing to a soldier. On the fountains edge , I see a mini battlefield – the fountains edge was covered with dried blood. It looks as if a sacrifice was made and the stains of blood was left over as the person was to lazy to clean after themselves. The closer I got to the fountain , the more thinks I discovered. I noticed that the once clear water , was now a pink and deepish red colour – blood has been spilt into the water and it has been mixed. However , I watch as the water becomes more crimson as time passes.

Ben reaches around me, turning the handle until the water starts falling in a heavy stream. "Bloodline. Wolves can only get transfusions from their bloodlines." He sighs when he says it, and I take hold of the wall when he drops my arm to strip himself of his clothes. He is back in an instant, but I don't try to move without him. When the stream of hot water runs over my head, I see the blood pooling into the water, and I let out a groan at the sight. I can only imagine how unattractive I look this way. Ben's hands run through my hair with handfuls of soap, his fingertips brushing against my scalp lightly until I close my eyes at the feeling. The water splashes against my face, and I breathe

Then watch in fascination as the water slowly turns red until I lose consciousness. *******************************************

I can do this, I can help them, even if I can’t be there physically to do it. I sigh as I tilt my head back and let the water wash over my face, removing the tears from my face. I slowly look down at my hands and see blood. My eyes widen as I try to scrub the blood off, but the move I scrub the more drips from my hands. I know this is in my head, but I look down and see the blood travelling down my legs. My body is dripping with blood. I sink to the floor and pull my knees to my chest as I watch the red turn pink as it swirls down the drain. I blink and look again and the water is clear when I hear it the screams and cries of my people. I clutch my head and squeeze my eyes shut and I see the

I pushed it open, freezing in my tracks. “Azura?!” Leo called, but I couldn’t reply, the sight before me making my stomach sink. The tap was running into a bath that was overfull already, but what sent a chill down my spine, was the hand that hung out of the bath. The coppery smell of blood hit my nose as I approached the bath that was coloured pinky-red. A faint heartbeat could be heard, but it was so quiet… “Kareena?” I called, as I stopped at the bath and stared down into the bloody water, my eyes widening in horror.

I did not see the camp as I walked through it, my sight clouded with unshed tears. In the tent, I went to the washstand and almost dropped the jug when I poured water into the bowl, the handle slippery from the blood on my hands. The water turned red like wine when I sank my hands into it, and yet it seemed the blood would not wash away. I scrubbed and scrubbed, not seeing skin, feeling the texture of the water become slick and oily. It seemed forever, and the rags that hung from the stand to dry off on were smeared and stained.