Blood Music Novel Novels & Stories

That knocked me up like a ten-wheeler truck, disintegrating my heart in a shit of searing flame. I became a damper the whole ride. And every time they're gonna sprout those walkers, I strengthened myself by covering my ears and closed my eyes tightly in a denomination of being blind. "This is the new world now. Flooded with humanity's blood." I heard him said. He's right. Everything howls bad blood that looks like this world had a tremendous spiced of burning hell. "What's your name?" That made me surprised but I concealed the amusement in myself upon mentioning my name.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

My home was dark, the silence heavy as I poured a glass of whiskey, the burn grounding me. I grabbed a calendar from the counter, my eyes locking on tomorrow’s date, circled in red—the Blood Moon. The frat party. The night they’d try to kill her. My vision flashed again—her heart torn out, blood pooling under that cursed moon. I downed the whiskey, my hand shaking as I set the glass down.

Morning came thin and colorless, the sort of light that forgets to warm what it touches. Rain had started sometime before dawn, a fine mist that turned the cobbles of Verryn’s Gate slick and silver. The city’s noises drifted through the window—hooves in the mud, the cry of vendors setting out wares, the slow heartbeat of life continuing whether the world approved or not.

Back in the physical world, Novel’s body collapsed beside Kitty, as he coughed up a splash of blood before slipping into complete unconsciousness. Inside his mind, Alexei faced the dark, monstrous shadow of the Myth standing before him. “You can’t use me for your revenge!” Alexei roared, charging the beast with everything he had. “My mate isn't dead! Give me back my body!” With a final, desperate strike, Alexei slammed into the dark entity, and darkness took him completely. _____ One Year Later It was Novel’s university graduation day. She stood near the podium in her cap and gown, a bright smile on her face as she chatted and snapped photos with her classmates, completely oblivious to the f

"From now on, both of you must learn to protect yourselves. Now go to rest Yve, I will help your mother downstairs on making food for us. If any of you need anything, just call us downstairs alright?" I nodded on her last statement and let her leave the room. I can feel how unfair the world was towards us twins. I can feel the anger seeping through my blood because of this selfish people wanting to take our bloods. Whoever is that greater force Lady Molly was talking about, I will make sure they will suffer in my hands! They had done enough damage. Third Person's POV

Alex POV The fair was… for lack of better words loud. Louder than what I expected, everything was so fucking loud these days, my body has not felt like my own ever since I fought that mass of meat, I feel a buzzing under my skin like a thousand flies had laid eggs beneath my skin and they were ready to hatch. On some occasions the rare ones where I wasn’t driving I scratched the itch hard enough to draw blood, but instead of the flies, maggots and eggs I expect to fly out I was just met with a dark red and the sweet metallic scent of blood , the wound wouldn’t even

Dima roars at me and quickly I flush against the floor, acid tears burn my eyes, and my body jerks… Mother is gone and so is Miles…they…they’ve been shot dead…lying in the puddle of their dark blood. My blood turns to ice as the images fill my mind… blood. Miles lying in his blood and our mother slumped against him, her blood drizzling over his and her brains rippling and gushing onto Miles's chest. Horror fills me. Cocoons me with its arms and I cry out, unable to hold back the screams, the rage… Glasses are shattering as the men spill their bullets with a roar. I cover my ears with my hands, spacing out the deafening gunshots, and the white noise.

Darkness. Not the peaceful kind. Not sleep. Not unconsciousness. This darkness breathed. It watched. It waited. And somewhere within it, I was falling. The sensation stretched endlessly. No ground. No sky. No up. No down. Just emptiness. Then came the voices. Thousands of them. Whispers drifting through the void. Fragments of memories. Fragments of lives. Fragments of a soul shattered long ago. Lyra's laughter. Auren's voice. The cries of ancient wolves. The screams of dying kingdoms. Centuries of memories crashed together around me. I covered my ears. It didn't help. None of it stopped. None of it belonged to me. Yet all of it wanted me. Wanted to consume me. Become me.

My father thinks I spend my nights reading. That’s not entirely a lie. Just not books. This room is mine in a way no other room in this house is mine. The rest of the townhouse is my mother's taste — warm and beautiful and expensive, every surface chosen to project exactly the image the Conti family wants projected. My room looks like the inside of my head. Whiteboards on two walls, half of them network maps, the other half cipher keys I've already cracked. A punching bag in the corner worn to gray leather at center mass. Gun cabinet beside the closet — three weapons, combination lock. My father knows about two of them. I find the thread at 3:12 a.m. A routing number. Buried six layers deep,