Blood Meridian Novels & Stories

"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

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

PUSH—* The meridian resisted. Biology screaming that this was wrong, three meridians without bonding was unnatural— *Fuck natural. Nothing about me is natural anymore.* Jay pulled harder. Felt Nyx's energy surge, Kael's warmth steadying him, and somewhere in the middle of ice and fire and agony— The meridian cracked. Not opened. Not yet. Just—*fractured.* Wrong. This was wrong. It shouldn't feel like this. **[WARNING: MERIDIAN INSTABILITY DETECTED]**

The rug still bore faint traces of blood, and I looked away quickly. "I'll clean that," Alexander said, following my gaze. "Later. First, you need to eat." "I'm not hungry." "You need blood." My heart stuttered. "What?" "Not from me—not like that. Animal blood. It's not the same as human, but it will help you recover." He rose, moving to a small refrigerator I hadn't noticed before, built into the paneling. He returned with a glass of dark red liquid. "Here. Drink." I took the glass, stared at it. It looked like wine. Smelled... coppery. Alive.

“You took a beastkin sleeping drug by mistake. That kind of thing is far too strong for you. Your body couldn't handle it. You nearly died.” His voice dropped lower and lower, as if even imagining my death was unbearable. Just then I noticed the blood bag feeding into my arm. The blood inside was gold, and there was only one person whose blood ran gold. I looked at Adrian, stunned. He understood at once what I was thinking, and explained. “By the time I got you here, the toxin had already reached your blood. Your life was in danger. Merfolk blood neutralizes poison, so I—” He stopped halfway, caught my hand, and pressed it to his lips. “You can't be hurt. If you left me alone in this world,

The blood lines thread looked eerie and ominous, as if something dangerous was about to awaken. Something that was not meant to exist. Something that might endanger mankind if not handled well. Thunder and lightning rumbled incessantly outside the mansion, as if a storm were brewing, like it was signaling the birth of something ominous. Inside the secret room, the floating coffin, wrapped in a web of mysterious threads, became transparent, as if the threads had a life of their own, sucking the essence of the coffin into nothingness.

I’m curious what they did. “Oh, hermana! You won’t believe how amazing Nyx’s blood is! It’s naturally producing Methylene Blue! That was originally lab created to help with malaria and was also known to have wound healing abilities, but Nyx naturally produces and it’s completely unheard of!” Mia said with a full-on smile.

Margaret just stayed calm, she did have an unwavering confidence. “We are now in the den of wolves” Evelyn broke the three minutes silence that started when the werewolves left. Margaret shrugged. Her sister was always so dramatic. Weren’t these wolves the same ones that saved her from those dragon birds? “Evelyn, right?” the pack doctor returned to the room. Evelyn sprang from her seat, raising her hand. “The boy’s strong meridians aren’t receiving blood from the veins. His weak meridians are and can’t handle the blood so spurts it out. Is he really alive?” he adjusted his glasses.

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.

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?