Novel & Cerita Blood On The Clocktower Character Sheet

My eyes went up, and I saw someone lying on the floor while another person was drinking their blood. I gasped, and the figure turned around. “Tarr!” I shouted, seeing his eyes glowing crimson under the moonlight. Instead of his canines, there was a set of fangs jutting out of his lips, their tips coated with blood. The blood of Grace. It was the head maid Grace’s body that was lying on the floor.

As soon as the sun was up, a knock echoed through my tower, and I rushed to hide away the sample of Rona's blood that I had been working with. The power on the other side of the door was stronger than the others on the council, and I let out a breath of relief that she had come to me first. Aurora smiled knowingly at me as she looked over my shoulder. "You're up early and clearly up to no good." I pursed my lips together, not wanting to tell her anything. I would never know how she knew I was dabbling in a bit of blood magic before the sun rose, but she didn't seem to mind.

So what was so special about this baby girl that Chloe had been dragged by the shadows to witness her birth? She is a shadow wolf… “Chloe?” Bobby’s voice broke through the storm of thoughts trouble Chloe, pulling her back to the here and now. “Is everything okay?” “Mhm,” Chloe nodded. “Why?” “Well,” The vampire shifted awkwardly, their ethereal blue eyes jumping away from the she-wolf momentarily before looking back at her again. “You’ve been standing here staring at Ursula’s door for a couple of minutes now and haven’t answered a thing I’ve asked.”

I feel so dizzy like had been banged by baseball bat. I have no idea, what make them take so long to find Boy and his mom. I have some worried if they’re move to human pure blood and disguise. They make everything more complicated than before. I’ll make sure they burn in the damned hell. The big clock is vibrating, make a shocking sound. It’s show us if the day is 9.00 PM. “It will great if the dessert served in the living room. Let’s talk about the whole lies in the shadow.” Grandma smiles.

Then he began murmuring in a strange tongue — the syllables soft, rhythmic, and entirely inhuman. Alia’s attention fixed on his hands. He drew a drop of Marcellus’s blood from a test tube with a slender silver pin, holding it aloft. The droplet quivered, catching the dim light — it glowed with a dark, almost living crimson, as if it still pulsed with the warmth of a heartbeat. Without hesitation, Jim let it fall onto the center of the compass. The moment the blood touched metal, the air split.

Cassius asked, his voice husky but laced with awe. Zoe reached up to touch the open locket, her fingers trembling. As the glow dimmed slightly, they could make out the small object nestled within - a tiny, intricately carved vial. Its surface gleamed faintly in the dim light, a delicate thread of red swirling within like liquid fire. Cassius’s expression shifted, his silver eyes narrowing in recognition. He hesitated before speaking, his voice a mixture of curiosity and unease. “That… that’s a blood vial.”

On the back of the miniature, etched in microscopic letters, was a date and a location: "October 24, 2026. The St. Claire Vault. The final key is the blood of the drained master." Dante looked at the calendar on the wall. Today was October 24, 2026. A sudden, sharp pain flared in his arm—the arm where Ivy had scratched him during their union. He looked down and saw that the scratches weren't healing. Instead, they were glowing with a faint, iridescent light, the same color as the "Transfusion" liquid. He looked at Ivy, who was still sitting on the bed, watching him with that same, chillingly calm expression.

I can feel his rage, his protective fury, as if it's my own. And then he's there. He materializes from the shadows like something born from nightmare—tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in dark leather and a long coat that seems to be woven from smoke itself. His face is partially hidden by a black mask that covers the lower half, leaving only his eyes visible. Those eyes. Silver and burning with an unholy light. The soldiers freeze, and I hear one of them choke out a single word. "Bloodwraith." Kael doesn't speak. He just moves.

*ADRIENNE'S P.O.V* THE CROWD OF healers parted way as I approached. They stepped aside and gave me access to Kincaid. He was lying on the bed, his skin was deathly pale and there was a nasty purple wound on his side. The same place where I had that sharp pain a few hours ago. "I'm so sorry, Adrienne," Bonnie whispered, clutching my hand. I turned to look at her, her eyes were red and tear-rimmed as were everyone's here. I could not afford to break down too, so I kept a strong face and nodded.

Director Holt calls. The next guy steps forward. He’s not as tall as Torin, but still a solid six foot—average for a wolf. More compact though, all coiled power. I'd say Gamma blood from his build and aura. His dark hair is cropped close at the sides and longer on top, styled just enough to look like he doesn’t care. Thick brows, sharp grey eyes, and a scar that slices through one of them. Wolves don’t scar easily. Either that happened before his first shift or it was made with silver. “Age, Cadet Mercer?” Nurse Rachel asks as she begins her routine.