Blood On My Hands Book Novels & Stories

The food was definitely not ordinary, and I wasn't sure I wanted to fall under the influence of whatever poison he'd add to the food. I closed my eyes and leaned on the shelf, stretching my legs to ease the pain in my joints, but I soon noticed that the blood dripping from my wound had begun to sip into one of the books on the floor. In a split second, I already moved my hand away from the book, but in the process I mistakenly flipped the book open. I moved my hand in an attempt to stop blood from dripping onto the pages of the book, and as I was about to push the book away my eyes caught something on it.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

I knew for sure that this day was my death, just had to wait for the painless wound. A man carrying a machete stared at me with a red eye then started slowly towards me , his machete dripped of blood, his hand tied with a scarf. Everything about him reflected “death”. I could not bear the thought of being hitched to death, it was surely not the painless death that I had prayed to come.

When I pulled my hand back, it was red. Blood.

I asked, but before I could prepare, he injured my hand on my wrist and vice versa. I lay there for a moment in shock. I don't know why I just go along with what he's doing. Without saying a word, he clasped our bleeding hands, and for a moment, I saw his eyes turn red. I just don't know if it's just my imagination because it really happened so fast. I did not even see how he cut our hands. I didn't see anything sharp in his hand. Is he somehow supernatural as well? Before my question could be answered, he had already handed the book to me. My eyes shone when I saw that it was the book of the devil.

It didn't have a lock, didn't have any password slot, it looked like an ordinary book but it just wouldn't open up. “Ouch!” I screamed in pain, as my hand was injured in an attempt to open the book, a little flesh was torn and it began to bleed. I hurriedly walked away from the table and went into the bathroom to wash my hands, for a little injury of that nature, it hurt a lot and the bleeding didn't seem to stop even after putting it under running water for about five minutes.

Hands grip my shoulders. “Easy,” Lyra’s voice says, firm and calm. “You are back.” I blink hard. The forest comes into focus. Trees. Dirt. Night sky. Faces hovering above me. Leo. Liam. Lyra. Silver betas standing at a distance. I try to speak. Nothing comes out. My hands are clenched into fists. My arms ache. My head pounds. Then I see it. Blood. Dark and sticky, smeared across my palms and fingers. It is not just a little. It coats my hands up to my wrists.

Blood from my hand. A piece of broken plate must have cut into my skin, and I did not notice. I began to feel the pain after I saw the blood. My heart raced as I tried to hide my trembling hands, but it was too late. Alpha Thorne's eyes, strong and unwavering, looked in on the deep red color droplets smearing the floor.

I said quickly with panic rising into every word. She remained terrifyingly still, her breathing shallow. As I adjusted my grip to cradle her closer, I suddenly felt a strange wetness soaking through my fingers at the base of her head. While holding her head securely with one hand, I slowly removed my other hand from the back of her head to see what it was. The sight that met my eyes completely terrified me. My palm was entirely coated in blood. My breath hitched, a horrifying gasp escaping me as my hands started shaking.

But what made it different from the other books, was the ominous feeling that creep through my veins each time I held it. Blood. The word came to my head like a message, making me wondered why a demon was asking for blood again. Blood. "Of course." "Of course what?" Lily asked me, and I almost didn't know I muttered out. Without answering her question, I hurried for the dagger that was tucked well and always worn on my lower right leg. Blood. I quickly held the blade and might have caused some screaming and shouting from Lily and Mona once they saw me with a knife. Thrusting the blade to my palm, I waited for the blood to spill on the book. Nothing happened at first, but then the book opened