Blood Meridian Audiobook Novels & Stories

I froze. The office door creaked open—just an inch—but it was enough to make my heart pound so loud I could hear it in my ears. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t get enough air. My heart slammed so hard I thought it would break my ribs. Voices drifted in from the hallway. A man’s. Deep. Serious. Then a woman’s—soft, flirtatious, like she was trying to charm someone. They were right outside the door.

Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing. "She already wired the funeral money and still won't admit it." "That really sounds like Lydia's voice. How cruel! Three people are dead because of her!" "The world has gone mad. She was speeding, and she's blaming the victims for the accident? I saw the video. She hit them before they even stepped on the crosswalk!" I turned to Maeve. "You told me the car was scraped and asked me to transfer ten thousand for repairs. How did it become funeral money? Besides, I've been sick the past few days—that voice is clearly edited!"

"I will g-get back to y-you..." "To where your highness? to the underworld? great! But you're going to wait for eternity down there! I am going to be the Queen of this Nation. A better one than you," I satisfyingly said. Margaret did not answer anymore. But her newborn child, Princess Serafine cried out loud. It annoyed me immediately wanting to suffocate the child to death but I cannot kill anyone anymore. The maids will be here anytime soon and I need to hide this sword. As for my late sister, I'm going to make it look like a suicide. Before leaving, I wrote a note that resembles her handwriting. No one can ever discover that I am the one who did this. My knees began to weaken as that memo

“Oh, bad dream, why am I seeing you everywhere?” Hexa’s revelation flashed in her mind and tremble got all over her. She struggled with shortness of breath, “H-Hexa.” “Bravo,” Hexa exclaimed and cheered her with his claps. Mrtyu felt her spirit quiver in horror as she watched the merchant, who was long dead and forgotten in history, congratulating her on for properly pronouncing his name. Many random ideas rushed through her mind: "Why is he here, why am I seeing him, does this imply I can see ghosts or am I also dead?"

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24 – A SIGN Renan Folder The forest winds carried a mix of scents—the familiar pine and the metallic tang of blood. My body stayed alert to everything while I hunted, but my mind was the real traitor. It always came back to a single name: Meridian. Rage burned in my chest at the memory of the Kingdom of Umbra. At the memory of what they turned her into. Those damned mages didn’t just take one of ours; they stole an essential piece of me—only she never knew. There wasn’t time. All I have left now is this emptiness that echoes through these silent nights.

Chad took a deep breath before pushing the gate to Peak Institute open and walking inside. A massive red coffin two stories high stood before Peak Institute's gate, and Meran sat inside. His complexion was grayish-white. Meran raised his head, sensing an approaching presence. His eyes shone with a faint blue light, and he said hoarsely, "You don't have to be here. Their men came, and I dealt with them!" Chad could smell blood as soon as he walked in. Through his Clairvoyant Eye, he saw Meran's body emitting a blood aura, as well as seven or eight bodies neatly arranged in the coffin.

My mouth once more acting on it’s own. “I know, I know,” I said under my breath. “Just shut up already and leave me in peace. Go and tattle to mommy and leave the rest of us grown ups to do our jobs.” I didn’t wait for her response and simply made my way to the sink. Margaret practically stomped out of the kitchen and it didn’t take long before the other servants returned to their usual gossip. I tuned them out for the most part over the next two hours, my mind filled with worry over Ben and the others. When it came time to start serving, I found it odd that the trays of blood were missing.

"Ma'am, with all due respect, this is a place for medical care. We don't need parlor tricks; we need a blood donor who is compatible. Miranda's eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, the air in the room felt thin and heavy, like we were at the top of a huge mountain. "You talk about blood, healer," she said, her voice dropping to a deep whisper that seemed to shake my bones. "But you don't get it. Your blood is different from hers. The medallion has become a part of her DNA and her very being. It doesn't like your modern answers. It doesn't want anything that isn't *its* line.

Devin affirmed, digging into his jeans pocket for his phone. “Now what about Mercedes?” I raised another sour topic. Devin paused with his phone in his hands. He gave me the focus of his eyes and related, “Her blood has turned black. Penn diagnosed her with bloodline rejection syndrome. Although she’s conscious and can think normally, the effects of the cursed spell reduced her to severe paralysis. She still can’t speak or move her body. She’s a dead end.” “And your bond with her?” I queried, pulling my brows together.