Blood On My Hands Book Novels & Stories

As I raise my eyes inside my room, the bright colours and festive wrappers in the corner of my room are open and dumped, with blood scattered on the floor. Where did the blood come from? I checked every part of my body as I saw my hands dried out of blood. What happened last night? The memories of the previous night were a blur, and panic started to set in as I tried to piece together what had transpired. The sight of blood on my hands only added to the growing sense of unease and fear.

Reaching up to wipe it, I saw bright red blood staining my hands. I forced myself to stand, picked up Mom's journal, and walked toward the door. Just as I reached for the handle, Shawn rushed forward and grabbed my wrist.

Seeing his cold eyes, Crystal didn't dare to make any tiny noise or love her hand as everyone's eyes were stuck on that page and her hand. Just in two seconds, everyone's breathing hitched as the colour of the book changed, and it was....BLOOD RED! Clara was left stunned as How could it be? Even Crystal was also surprised as she didn't know how it happened! Everyone including Ramos, Aurora and Vincent turned towards Clara with cold eyes but she was left dead cold with shock. With her shaky tone, Clara said, "H..how could it be possible? I'm sure something is wrong with the Alpha Book. I think you should check that Alpha Book_"

It stains the carpet even further and some of the blood even splashes up from the impact and ends up on the covers. Taking a step forward, he reaches his hand out over the bed, the very red, bloody hand to be exact. "Willow..." he says, sliding his fingertips over the back of my bare arm, leaving a small strip of fresh blood along it. I slide my hands together, itching to run to the bathroom and wash the fresh stripe of blood drawn across my arm.

Jax Shit. I'm late. If I miss class again there's no way to save my car from being taken away. Again. I was going to be on time but I saw her in the hallway. Sitting cross legged handing a paper to a freshman. Her long dark hair falling around her face and tiny frame. Her hand catches the corner of her folder and pulls down her sleeve revealing a very dark and unflattering mark on her creamy skin.

As soon as the doors closed, I let out a sigh of relief and leaned back against the elevator wall. My hands were shaking, and I could barely hold on to anything. My legs were weak, and I could barely stand. Glancing at my shaking hands, I saw they were covered in blood. blood. No matter how hard I tried to remove the blood, it only seemed to smear and spread across my arms. It made me sick.

I ran all the way to my dorm, my lungs burning, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to escape my chest. The blood on my hands felt like it was burning through my skin, marking me as guilty even though I'd done nothing wrong. I burst through the door, thanking the Moon Goddess that my roommates were still at the party. The bathroom. I needed to get to the bathroom. My hands shook as I turned on the faucet, watching the water run clear for a moment before I thrust my blood-stained hands under the stream.

There was blood in his palm. Bright red. Jaxon’s eyes widened in horror.

Meanwhile, the glass in Emilio's hand shattered with a crack as he crushed it with his bare fist. As for Damiano, he stared at the screen as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. He looked completely shattered. My consciousness began to blur as blood kept streaming down my legs. Deep down, I knew that my baby was gone. With what little strength I had left, I lifted my eyes and looked at Damiano, his face darker than I had ever seen it. This was the truth he was so desperate to find. I sure hoped he was happy now.

Silas said softly, stepping into the alcove behind me. "He was right here, Silas!" I screamed, turning around to face him, my hands shaking violently as I held them up to him. "Look! Look at my hands! I had his blood on my—" I froze. I looked down at my palms in the moonlight. They were completely clean. The dark, thick blood that had coated my skin just moments ago was gone. I looked down at the skirt of my green dress. The fabric was pristine. No stains. No tears.