Blood Meridian Audiobook Novels & Stories

I screamed, feeling on the verge of losing my mind. Blood was dripping from my fingers, but I didn't even feel the pain as I gripped the blade. Mom didn't even glance at my injury. She nodded firmly. "Yes!"

It took a while after she managed to even breathe, “It's Kimberly; we tried everything we could, Gibson. The leukemias already contaminated her white blood cell for a long time and it had weakened her whole body to fight the cancer off. She's dead.” There was a moment of silence. His phone fell off his loosed grip as he stared into blank space; his fingers rushed to undo his first three buttons. He rubbed his hands on his face, feeling stressed; he looked like he was filled with devastation. His eyes welled up with tears. Two veins pulsed by the side of his head as he slammed his hands hard on his wheels. “Fuck!” The voice bounced back in the confinement of his car “Hello, Gibson, hello?”

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

Or maybe I’d only just started noticing. Something was simmering beneath the surface. Not the usual sharp edge no, this was quieter. A slow leak. A hairline crack in the dam. He blinked. Slow. It cost him something. His hands gripped the handles of Orion’s chair tightly, the knuckles pale and trembling just barely. He never used to shake. “…We’re going this way,” Alex muttered, steering Orion forward. The mermaid was bundled in a thick blanket, tail obscured beneath another layer drenched in seawater. He didn’t seem to mind. Orion never did, always too busy marveling at the world, finding wonder in the cracks.

We would build a family together and live happily ever after. But in that instant, my dreams were shattered. I had no idea how I returned home. Dead silence enveloped the house, and Chase's words kept lingering in my mind. I met him when I was 18. That year, I got stranded on an alpine mountain while traveling alone. I was on the brink of death. As a snowstorm raged around me, I felt the cold seeping into my body, draining me of consciousness. It was as if my blood had frozen. Everything before me blurred into a vast, white void. I had no idea how long I could hold on—in fact, I was mentally prepared to be buried beneath the snow.

However, all of a sudden, Adrian started to stop his footsteps there, and stood with his stiff body right now. Adrian hardened his facial expression there, and subconsciously started blinking his eyelids a few times. It wasn't long before his eyes started to turn slightly metallic in color. Damn, it's the smell of Alexis' blood. What happened to her right now? Is she hurting? Adrian thought to himself, when he realized what had just happened to him. Adrian smelled Alexis' blood there, which suddenly made Adrian's eyes turn into metallic color. And the thirst that he could immediately feel slowly began to fill every part of his body. Adrian tried to catch his breath, to at least quench his th

“Yes, mater. I will serve ye until my last breath.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I pulled my thoughts away from Jones’ past. I only knew this because I’d gone through the history books kept in the cellar, stumbling upon a journal from the time of Grace Bloodsworth. Her tone had sounded regretful as I brushed my hand over the dark red-ink, my eyes eating up the sorrowful words. I knew without a doubt that she had use her own blood to write it.

The tension that had seized my muscles slowly began to ease, the scent of lavender and chamomile weaving a calming spell around me. As I submerged myself, the world muted to the gentle gurgling of the water and the rhythmic thud of my own heartbeat. The anger, the fear, the despair – they all swirled around me, a murky vortex threatening to pull me under. The image of Alexei's face, hardened by a darkness that mirrored the shadows in the room, flickered behind my eyelids. His words, cold and sharp as blades, echoed in my mind: "You're staying here. It's settled."

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.