Blood On The Clocktower Trouble Brewing Novels & Stories

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

I already know that she's peppered with them all over her body. "So everyone will obviously know before lunch." I say my hands brushing up her arms. She flinches slightly at the contact. "Give me a good reason not to kill that son of a bitch." It's a growl and she shifts uncomfortably and I sit up so my eyes are level with hers. They're completely green now her wolf retreated for now. "I've got it handled." She says quietly no longer looking in my eyes. "It only happens when he drinks too much but doesn't pass out. I was also late getting home yesterday so-"

Something was not right over there. I marched forward and found a guy pinning a well-dressed girl against the wall. It was the second time I saw that kind of scene and I didn't need to be told they weren't having a love chat because the girl was wincing while the guy buried his face into her neck. "Hey!" I yelled, "Stop that!" But the vampire didn't break away from the girl. So I picked up speed and with a desperate attempt, took one of my shoes off and threw it at the guy. The heel hit him on the back of his head.

I don’t look at it, stroking the hair of my mate to ease her tremors. My nose presses into her hair. My shadow, because I am him too- I can feel and see what he does-, jumps over my head. Landing on the janitor. It proceeds to claw at the man’s skin, ripping and tearing every bit before clenching his fist. Every anger I’ve held onto releases, and my shadow beats the janitor’s face into the cement. The building was built on a fairly strong foundation, but you can feel the shake. Teachers will be here soon to check for the cause.

"I think they staged this attack and wanted Margret to take the fall for it because she is a moon, and she has a record. Tim told Desiree that some Bloods have been plotting because they are not satisfied with the way things are," "Who won't be satisfied with the way things are?" Kyle linked me back, " The air is the cleanest, our crops are growing, our people are happy, we have strong magic and deadly a moon army. I mean, our chances of surviving have gone up all of a sudden and now this, the first conception by a blood in over ten years. I mean, are they sick or something? I doubt it is the bloods, Adam. I think we should check the visitors because all was well before they came," Kyle said

Voices swirled around me, sharp and angry, cutting through the haze clouding my mind, the room smelled of iron, sharp and metallic. When I finally forced my eyes open, the first thing I saw was blood. It splattered across the marble floor like dark petals, my breath caught. And then I saw him. Raymond stood in the center of the room, his chest heaving, his hands dripping crimson. His golden eyes burned with barely controlled rage. The nearest servant knelt before him, trembling violently, their faces pale with terror. “Who brought it?” Raymond’s voice was a growl, each word laced with deadly promise. “Who dared leave that tray?”

The first shadow lunged from the trees, and the night erupted into chaos. Amelia pov The world exploded around me. One moment, Jason’s broad frame was a shield between me and the darkness. The next, the night itself came alive with snarls and flashing steel. Shadows lunged from the trees—men, creatures, I couldn’t tell. Everything blurred together, claws and blades and the guttural sounds of violence.

". He pointed to the door. Zol turned around to the door but before he could exit, "It’s you being a newbie. Lets see when the thirst and craving for blood burns you inside. And then it would be only me you can count on. Not on your mates". He spatted in anger and left. Callum fell down as soon as Zol left the place. Only if Stephen wasn’t holding him, he would have fallen face first. He was breathing hard. His nostrils were on fire. He felt his throat being clutched hard.

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.

"I can feel the eyes. Not cameras. People." "Ten billion credits turns every beggar into a surveillance drone," Jack replied, his voice rough. He glanced in the rearview mirror. Marcus was in the back, sitting amidst a pile of medical waste and empty ammo crates, his massive body curled protectively around Catherine. She was still unconscious, her breathing shallow, a thin layer of frost coating the blanket Marcus had draped over her. "The Old Clock Tower," Jack said, spotting the structure through the rain-streaked windshield. "There."