Blood Music Novel Novels & Stories

he ordered them and they picked her up again, dragging her inside. Kyra woke up to the sound of people talking and she groaned a little, feeling her head banging. The people were still talking and when she read the room, she realized they were not just talking, but arguing. She soon heard loud angry murmurs and she moved her eyes to look around the room which was huge and brightly lit with torches everywhere. The room was filled with vampires, all dressed in black, and they moved around the room, talking to each other. The angry murmurs grew loudly in the room and unlike Athens, she felt pure evil and darkness here.

I smile at him, thankful that when I wake up… this mess might finally be over. Bang. The bullet hits me square in the chest. Bang. I look up as Drake’s shot lands in his throat. Then it happens— My heart stops. My mind catches up just in time to register the pain before it throws me into a darkness where no heartbreak exists.

When the music started, I felt a strange feeling in my body, it was like my death was near, I have never been this scared in my life before. I had no idea how a song could lead to death but after what happened to Nora and Mick, I can’t take any risk. I quickly stood up and began looking for the music box " I have to destroy that creepy-looking box now before it does any more damage " I whispered to myself. I looked through the bookshelf’s and chairs but couldn’t trace the exact location the music was coming from “ Where is this stupid box " I yelled

We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)

Once I'm in place he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat as I start stacking papers and flipping open the history book. I am all too aware of the shifter next to me. He's so close I can smell him. Mint and honey flood my nose, it's so overwhelming my head pounds in protest. I take my glasses off again sighing as I massage my temples. "Damn migraines." I whisper to myself.

Bianca's POV The world outside my window had gone silent. Not in the way it does when people sleep. But in the way it does when something is waiting to break. I sat alone in the old music room, the one no one used anymore. Dust clung to the keys of the untouched piano, and moonlight spilled through the cracked stained glass like liquid ghosts. I hadn't meant to end up here, but my feet had led me like they remembered something my mind didn't.

There, standing alone amidst the shadows, was Mikhail. A twisted smile played on his lips, his eyes meeting mine with a glint of sinister satisfaction. "Alexei Pushkin, we meet again. But this time, the game is mine to control." As I raised my gun, a wicked grin etched on Mikhail's face, the silence shattered with the short and discreet rhythm of gunfire. In the chaos that ensued, I felt a searing pain in my stomach. The impact knocked me off my feet, the world spinning in disorienting swirls. I clutched my stomach, blood staining my fingers.

Visions filled her mind: Lyra’s laughter in the dawn, Kaenor’s hands shaping the first fire, Mira’s journey beyond the mountains, Arianne’s song beneath the cracked mirror. She fell to her knees, overwhelmed. Every name, every story — they lived inside her now. “I remember,” she whispered. “I remember everything.” --- The New Pulse When she emerged from the ruins, the Blood Moon hung directly above her. Its light poured down like a river of red-gold, and every shadow turned to warmth. People across the city woke, feeling it too — a pulse in their chests,

I whispered. A fresh wave of nausea hit, memories pushing like claws against the walls of my mind, shadows of a past life I had spent years trying to understand. This book...This book was the answer. This was the ritual Darren used to kill me, to kill my baby, to take power for himself.

I asked her as gently as I could, and she nodded. "Yep," She said, and I knew she was getting tipsy. "It is a banned book I found on the internet while researching my mental illness," she said, slurring her words. "Mental Illness?" I asked, and Philip looked at me. "She means when she started picking our frequency and seeing things in that dimension," Philip cautioned me, and I felt stupid. "So this book, what does it say?" Philip asked, and I knew he just wanted her to relax.