Blood Music Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two Dimitri The gunshot echoed through the factory. It was loud and sharp, bouncing off the old metal walls and ringing in my ears for what felt like forever. Time slowed down. I saw the flash from the gun. It came from the upper walkway, a bright burst of light in the darkness. I felt something hit my shoulder. It was like a powerful punch that spun me halfway around. Pain exploded through my body. It spread from my shoulder down my arm and across my chest. The pain was hot and searing. I could smell my own blood in the air.

We thought you were a broken mutation that lost the right to the high court. A sudden, immense tremor vibrated through the shared consciousness—a mental wave so heavy, ancient, and deep it felt like the shifting of tectonic plates. It was the voice of the Blood-born leader, waking up from a centuries-old slumber, its thoughts finally untangled from the suffocating fog of the starvation disease.

Candles flickered violently. Dust lifted from the cathedral floor. Cracks splintered beneath my boots with sharp snapping sounds. The blood tasted unbearable. Metallic. Rich. Alive in ways human language couldn’t survive describing. Pleasure crashed against horror so hard I stopped knowing which one I was feeling. Then came the deeper craving. Warm blood. Living blood. Breathing blood. A pulse moved somewhere nearby beneath the lower cathedral halls. Human. My head snapped toward it instantly. Cassian moved before I did.

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

I look over at the cell that BJ's in, seeing him glaring through the opening with pitch-black eyes. "Calm down BJ." Father walks over to BJ cells. "I can't calm down! This cell is going to drive me crazy! Let me out now!" I can feel the power coming from BJ, filling the room. "You're just being affected by the blood moon. You'll be fine once it passes." Father says, trying to keep BJ calm. "Let me out of here!" A deep growl comes from BJ as he slams his fist against the metal door. "Now!" His voice comes out animalistic, showing that his beast is at the surface.

The house was too quiet when Ava rose from her seat near the fire. The embers crackled softly, the only sound in the grand hall. Pale moonlight bled through the stained-glass windows, casting red and violet patterns across the cold stone floor. She pulled her cloak over her shoulders, the fabric whispering as it slid across her skin. She needed air. A hunt. Something to sink her teeth into—literally. Her veins itched with hunger, and the stored blood in the cellar tasted like metal and regret.

A wave of dizziness hits me, I don’t stop staring at the horror show until my lashes flutter down and darkness swallows me. /END OF FLASHBACK/ “Mom, can you stop singing? This isn’t exactly the mood.” Alexis, my cousin, reprimands her mother. I block their conversation out. Focusing on the passing trees and houses. It rarely rains here, but when it does, it comes like a full thunderstorm. This time, the sky is as clear as day, but the rain is pouring heavily. There are no signs of lightening, or even the booms of thunder. It's usually not this peculiar, but then again, so is everything about my little cursed town.

The Blood Moon hung low, a red sentinel over a world trembling on the edge of annihilation. Shadows and light danced violently across the ruins of the battlefield, cities crumbling into nothingness as time itself fractured. I could feel the Abyss inside me, alive and pulsing, trying to overwrite everything every memory, every heartbeat, every choice I had ever made.

every rustle of leaves, every shifting wolf in the distance amplified, as if the moon were inside her skull, beating like a second heart. The sky above cracked with red clouds that shouldn’t have been there. No storm. No thunder. Just... pressure. A rising tension. The prelude to something old and holy and catastrophic. The Blood Phase had begun. And with it came the waking dreams. It started with a flicker. A twitch behind her eyes. Then the world broke. She saw Asher. His throat torn open, blood bubbling between his teeth. Reaching for her. Then Victor. On his knees, screaming in a language older than English. Fire in his mouth. His chest hollowed out like a sacrificial offering.

A ferocious roar filled his ears, seemed to fill up the whole world, and he could feel the vibrations as the panther gave chase. As he started down the stairs, he tried to kick the door closed behind him but he also didn’t want to pause even for a second, and he didn’t think his kick was forceful enough to get the door closed all the way. He picked up his speed, nearly tumbling down the stairs, sure that he could feel the breath of the animal on his neck. He raced to the closest bookshelf, full of hardback volumes by Stephen King. Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the librar