Blood Music Novel Novels & Stories

I staggered backward, clutching my chest, trying to steady myself, but the air around me seemed to thrum with a strange rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. At first, I thought it was only dizziness, the consequence of being pushed too hard. But then I saw it, faint trails of light racing beneath my skin. My veins, glowing softly like molten threads, lit up in places where my pulse struck hardest. I gasped and stumbled again, staring at my hands, horrified by the way my body no longer looked entirely mine. It was as if something ancient and violent was carving its way out of me.

I don’t know why she was being such a bitch about the situation. Yeah, maybe I was being a dick myself calling her names, but why the fuck would she try to reject me like that? I’m sure since she didn’t know how to do an official rejection, then she also probably didn’t know how much of a big deal it was. If she’d done it right, I would have felt the severance of the bond, but how much worse could it actually hurt than what it did? The fact she gave me her blood to heal me, only made my feelings stronger. I never knew blood could taste so good and now I was craving hers like a drug. It’s a real fucked up situation to crave something you can never have again. Now all I felt was anger.

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.”

Rough hands shoved me into the stone wall, the impact ripping the air from my lungs. Claws raked across my arm, burning hot. I cried out, my necklace flaring with light as blood welled against her skin. Becca’s laugh was cruel, sharp. “Guess the freak bleeds like the rest of us.” The pain was white-hot, but deeper than that—something inside me stirred, a dangerous swell of power threatening to burst free.My vision blurred. I could hear the pulsing of blood.

"The Bloodmoon rises in three days. You know what that means." I do. Every forty days, Vorrak's face burns brighter, and the night becomes a hunting ground for things that should stay hidden. The cursed, the moonbound, the creatures that thrive on desire and violence. It's a night when the smart stay indoors with their doors locked and their prayers whispered to Irethiel for protection. But I've never been particularly smart. "I'll be fine," I say, brushing past her toward the path that leads back into the village. "I'm always fine."

I shook my head once and stomped on his burnt hand. He shrieked in so much pain. The kind of shriek that sounded so good in my ears. Like a melody I want to hear again and again. "Hell, that is so good to hear. Keep on doing that," I said and I didn't care if I sounded evil myself. To avenge my loss and give justice to the innocents, I don't mind if I become evil.

CHAPTER 45 — BLOOD OF MY BLOOD, ASH OF MY ASH (Full-Length | 2,000+ words | High-tension, emotional, brutal, explosive) The ringing in Riven’s ears was a solid, disorienting wall of noise. It swallowed everything—the fire, the collapsing steel, and the echo of the explosion still rippling out into the night. Smoke burnt his lungs as he pushed himself up on shaking arms, coughing hard enough to taste blood.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

The one he was telling me about, Oh my God, I crept backward, away from the body, I killed him, I touched my lips, tasting the blood on the tip of my tongue, I clicked my tongue, who knew blood would be so sweet, like thick maple syrup but with spice, it was like eating sex, it was that good. I- I am one of them, I am one of those... things, Maurice told me about. All he wanted to do was help, and he did help. He saved my life and this is how I repay him, but I didn't want to kill him, I didn't... It's just that I- I was so hungry and after drinking his blood, I felt so... Powerful. Maybe I was the one responsible for the attacks, Maurice said it himself, that after the cleansing, there wasn

There was this stinging pain in my head again. Why don't they change their method!? I mean hitting me in the head to make me unconscious? seriously? Like you're the one to talk.. I sigh heavily and finally decide to open my eyes, expecting to meet another fancy ceiling and a big room. But strangely enough it was none of that.. Instead I was met with another cold and dark room. Am I in a dungeon again!? This is bad.. I don't like this place at all.. There is not a single ray of light here wtf!?