Blood Meridian James Franco Novels & Stories

Dark and Brooding Vampire to let you go. “I am nothing special,” I began, feeling the sudden burn of tears behind my lids. Shit, I was terrified of this Baron Dregen, “But if you really want me to pay you back for giving me your blood, I’ll sign some contract with you where I’ll continue working and paying you till I pay up the million dollars.” I don’t care if it took twenty years for me to earn that amount. I’d rather slave away at Alexis’s feet than give my life to serving this daunting man that looked like he was going to snap my neck.

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

My fangs and claws retract at the shock of seeing James bleeding out from his neck. Marco races over to James’ side and drops to his knees, “James, stay with me, man.” His voice isn’t nearly as panicked as it should be. His eyes glaze over as he mind links someone, then I watch in horror as Marco consoles his friend. Oh, my Goddess! What have I done? What have I done? “Kas, don’t just sit there. Heal him before it’s too late!” Lex yells in my head. I can feel the tears stinging my eyes as I pull myself up. I can’t catch my breath as I crawl next to James. What have I done? There’s so much blood. James’s face is pale, his usually cheerful blue eyes look glassy and far away.

“Franco’s eyes… they’re green. Always. Even in his wolf. That’s his bloodline. His breed. His role. It’s rare—uncommon even among us. His nature was always set apart.” There was another pause, quiet and tender, and then Jimmie asked, voice barely above the hush of the wind, “You told me you gave Franco your venom… to save him. That’s how he turned, right?” I nodded. “Yes.” “And… you gave me your venom, too. So why didn’t I turn?” That stopped me. The waves kept whispering. His fingers didn’t stop their circling. But inside me, everything went still.

I should say something. I should tell her I understand or that I’m sorry or literally anything. But the words stick in my throat because all I can think is that my brother did this. My brother is the reason her son is drowning. The reason she’s sitting here in this expensive café, desperate enough to hire a stranger. She opens her bag. Pulls out a thick folder and sets it on the table between us. “This is the contract,” she says. “I want to walk you through it so there are no surprises.”

Meredith works frantically on Briton. Dragon bone poison spreads faster than before. Multiple wounds. Too much exposure. "He's not responding!" she says, hands glowing with healing magic. "I need pure dragon blood. Now!" "Take mine," Jamie offers immediately. "You're too injured. It might kill you both." Meredith looks desperate. "Where's the vial I gave you?" "Used it during the fight." Jamie's panicking. "There has to be something!"

Too much blood is still gushing out of his neck even after the fall. He falls just in front of James who is trembling in shock and pain looking at Erede like this. But even in his agony, Erede’s eyes are locked on baby Lana’s crib. James removes his teary anger filled eyes away from Erede and raises his eyes at Don Mauro after Erede’ s body goes limp and there is no reaction on Don Mauro’s face. “It doesn’t matter what he did to you. He is still your son! He is your flesh and blood. He did not deserve this from his father.” James shouts at Don Mauro. There is so much anger boiling in James.

"No one is." I look at her for a long moment. "You are wrong," I say. “Some of us were taught how to be that way.” "And what did it cost you?" she asks quietly. The question is unexpected. I turn away. "Take her back." I come back to my office and look at the city. Madrid is radiant all night, beautiful and cold. I constructed my empire by eliminating variables. Drina Federico is something that I did not plan. She was intended to be a message. To tell whoever sent her, a sudden death.

She smelled of sunshine and lavender soap, a grounding contrast to the impossible things I had just seen her do. “She’s so young, Marco,” I whispered. “She shouldn’t have to carry this.” “She survived the glass,” Marco reminded me, finally looking up. “The glass didn’t just break; it integrated. She is the bridge between the physical and the resonant. To the Board, she is the ultimate prize. To us, she is the future.” But as I kissed her forehead, I felt the phantom hum of the Board’s drones in the back of my mind. The peace of the villa was a temporary luxury, a structural grace note in a much darker composition.

It was a place without order, and violence and guns were the only laws of survival. It was in this brutal environment that Chase made his comeback. He earned his first fortune dealing in arms. I stayed by his side, tending to his daily needs and wounds. None of it ever felt like a burden to me. I had believed that after going through so many ups and downs together, we were meant to be with each other forever. Even when my father—the most powerful mafia boss in the South—summoned me to return and take over his position, I immediately refused.