Blood Meridian Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You are reading me the book, from now till whenever it ends." "How much are you gonna pay? Do you know how much I will be rewarded if I go to Dogma or Benson and tell them I can interpret the Viking runes?" Mercury asked jokingly. "Stop, quit playing Mercury." She laughed "Okay, fine. Lemme go get the book, it's at the camp." Mercury came back with the book, settling down and trying to flip the book. Immediately, someone entered her room not even knocking. "I knew it! Something is definitely going on with you, Blondie and Nerdy."

I could make no such promises. We both nodded. Brynn leaned against the desk and was quiet for a few moments, trying to figure out how to word something. “What happens to vampires if they come in contact with mercury?” she asked my mate. “Mercury is our version of wolfsbane. Liquid mercury is fatal to normal vampires if it is shot into the bloodstream,” Imeela explained. My attention snapped from her to Brynn, wanting to know what in the fuck was going on. Was Imeela in danger? Would someone going to try hurting or killing my mate?

Dino’s POV I had never opened those files in many years, not out of secrecy, but because they were covered with excessive blood. They sat on my individual server, and were kept, closed over three layers of clearance, any movement or conversation thereof being neither noticed nor recalled by anyone save the dead. I read them tonight, since the name of Drina was never to be forgotten, and because I felt that silence was beginning to be a crime. The screen was dimly lit in the dark office in which I poured myself a drink that I was not determined to take. The capital of Madrid was extending beyond the glass walls, breathing life, unaware of the ghosts breathing within my empire.

Seren A boy screaming for his mother while his own hands strangled her. A warrior begging his body to stop as it drove a blade through his brother’s ribs. A woman watching her feet carry her forward, step after step, toward people she once called family. The pain didn’t come in waves, but all at once. It had weight, crushing me. It filled every space inside my skull until I could no longer tell where I ended and they began. Memories that weren’t mine flickered behind my eyes—pack markings, burning homes, the copper taste of blood swallowed against protest. The metallic tang of Meredith’s magic threaded through it all, sharp and rotting, binding them together like barbed wire pulled too tight

Not out of love, never out of love but out of control. ​I opened the first master directory. ​Medical Records: Presbyterian Hospital, New York. ​I hit the command line execute key. ​Executing script: GHOST PROTOCOL V4. ​The red progress bar crept forward. 12%. 34%. 68%. ​On the screen, her blood type, her emergency contacts, the sickening record of her forced bone marrow extraction for Lucian's precious childhood sweetheart, it all began to dissolve into corrupted gibberish. I watched the text turn into hexadecimal garbage before disappearing completely into an overwritten void.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

He said, his voice was trembling. I was getting tired. So tired. I closed my eyes finally. Everything faded and went black. After what felt like a few minutes, I heard voices again. But it was distant and muffled. Like they were coming from under the water. "...blood loss was severe..." "...lucky the blade missed the major artery..." "...another centimeter and she would be dead..." I tried to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. Then I managed to open it a little wider. All I could see was white. Everything was in white, the ceiling, the lights.

She was bowing at Kaden. My poor brain short-circulated and for the first time in my life, I felt as though I might faint. I desperately needed blood. After tasting fresh blood from a Kaden and Aurelian back at Kingmaker, it was too difficult to go back to drinking from donor blood bags, and it was far from satisfying. I missed him… well not exactly him, just his taste, but I hated him far more, and every single one of his kind. I could practically see the blood pumping in the veins of his thick neck… I gulped and snapped my depraved mind back to reality— why on earth was Meridian calling him King?

"Look at yourselves. You're already falling apart. Sophie's a traitor. Elizabeth's a desperate mother willing to practice forbidden magic. Marcus is a dying spy trying to save himself. Clara's married to a man who abandoned her for fifty years. And Thelma's literally dying as we speak, cells breaking down, eighth life failing. This is your pack, Xavier. This is your foundation. Does this look like something that can survive a war against interdimensional horrors?" "It looks like something real," I said quietly. "Messy and flawed and honest. Which is more than can be said for you and your seventy years of manipulation." "Honest?" Meridith laughed. "You've been lying to them for the last five

Alice whispered, her voice trembling. Elara hesitated, her fingers brushing the pendant at her throat, her eyes distant with a sadness that made Alice’s chest ache. “Because I’ve been where you are,” she said, her voice low, almost a whisper. “Torn between worlds, between hearts.” She stepped closer, her hand hovering near Alice’s, not touching but close enough to feel the warmth. “I was born under a blood moon, Alice. My mother was a healer, my father a rogue wolf. They thought they could live between worlds, but the packs came for them. Crimson Moon burned our village when I was twelve, left me with nothing but this.” She held up her palm, revealing a faint scar, jagged like a claw mark. “