Blood On The Clocktower Character Sheet Novels & Stories

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.

There’s a spilled glass of juice on the counter next to her, but she doesn’t seem to notice it. “Hey there Pocket? Y-you okay? Why are you up this late?” I tilt my head, trying to see her better. “Go away,” she bawls without turning around. I creep around the island and flip the switch that turns on the under cabinet lights. As they flicker on, I see Zara standing in a dark crimson pool of blood. She’s holding a carving knife in one hand with blood streaming down her opposite arm. A shiver goes down my spine at the sight.

Today we celebrate the joining of two souls into one. The elder grabbed the chalice and splashed it towards where Nikolai and I stood. I flinched, expecting the blood to splatter us, but to my amazement, the blood swirled around us. It was odd because while I had witnessed the elder mixing the blood together you could now tell that the blood had come from two individuals. I tried to recall the times I had seen Nikolai’s blood, trying to determine if it had been different than mine, but every time I pictured it, it was the same dark red color. One swirl of blood was a deep red color with flickers of tungsten appearing throughout it. I could tell that this was Nikolai’s blood. Tungsten was a s

His hair is yellow. “Please just hurry because we still have a lot to take care of.” I answer them. I looked at the clock again and it was 8:55 in the evening already. Shoot! Night of Bloods is coming soon! “Oh, why are you such in a hurry? Is it that important?” The one they called princess told us firmly. Her hair is scarlet that matched her white skin. “Just tell us your purpose.” Cassie says as she’s also running out of patience.

Lucius and his friends tried to resist, but they were powerless against the strength of the Royal Guards. Alex was horrified to see what happened next. Lucius and his friends were led into a dark and dank room. They were seated on an iron chair covered with wires and needles. Their hands and feet were chained so that they could not move. Then they were made to drink a red liquid that smelt of fish. Somehow this seemed to relate to what Alex had read in Damian's book, so no matter where the belief came from, Alex was sure that the drink given to Lucius and his friends was vampire blood.

I asked. "Keep dancing," she said without taking her eyes off the entrance. There were about four or five men in black suits walking into the hall. I could see that one of them wore an expensive tuxedo, another three of them were all equipped with com units like they were bodyguards. But the one in the tux was a tall man with dark hair and smooth pale face. He was handsome for an older guy yet younger than I had expected. The man looked like one of the ivory wax models in the Ultara art class. I guess living for four hundred years did that to him. The vampire lord shook hands with the people around him with a bright smile. "Is that him?" I asked Octavia to make sure.

At the foot of the tower, Lucien lifted his gaze, his golden eyes reflecting the hue of blood. “She’s opened it…” Adrian gripped his silver sword, rain soaking his back. “If the Holy Gate truly exists… then the Primordial Blood—” Lucien interrupted, his voice rough, echoing like it rose from the abyss. “...is awakening.” --- Inside the Divine Tower – Sanctum Level. Everything drowned in red light. Evelyn stood at the center of a bloodstorm, her body suspended in midair, hair floating as if caught in an unseen wind. The blood seal on her neck burned bright, spreading like roots burrowing deep into her flesh.

The air in the Sanctum tasted like burnt metal and old blood. High Priest Valerius stood before the Sanguine Clock, his knuckles white around the brass rail of the altar. For the first time in the history of the Ouroboros Circle, the Great Gear was stuttering. It groaned. It ground. The sound vibrated through the floorboards and into the marrow of his bones.

I ducked beneath the arc, the back of my tunic singeing against the ambient thermal aura radiating from its steam vents. I rolled across the glass ledge, my hands coming up in a instinctual guard. The crushed iron key was still clutched in my right fist, its shattered edges digging deep into the fused gold runes on my palm. My own blood—dark, hot, and laced with the white spark of our hybrid core—slicked the iron bit, running down into the broken brass gears of the archway's main dial. Where my blood met the shattered brass, a sudden, violent reaction occurred.

I muttered, my vision tunneling as the room began to tilt sideways. Austin did not answer, his eyes fixed on the iron bar which had begun to warp inward under the pressure of an invisible force outside. The solid metal was slowly bending, its center turning a dull, glowing cherry red despite the freezing draft blowing through the cracks. From the dark mouth of the ventilation grate, a single white feather drifted down, its tip thoroughly soaked in the fresh, copper-scented blood of the guard captain who had been stationed at the base of the tower.