Blood On The Clocktower Trouble Brewing Novels & Stories

Gugu stated. I snapped my fingers. “Maybe he’s in the clock tower!” Grip shook his head. “I’ve been there. There was nothing but another pool of blood.” “Shouldn’t we report it to the police?” she pointed out. “Nah... what for? They’re nothing but a bunch of liars.” I put my forehead on the table, hopeless. “Think, Serra, think...” I lightly jabbed my forehead against the concrete table. “Hey...” he called. I peered my eyes at him. My cheeks heated realizing that his face was inches away from mine. He leaned nigher making me swallow a lump on my throat. “What happened to this?” His face darkened as he stroke my neck.

I say, but the word tastes like ash. Eden's smile wavers. "You don't trust me." The Hunter snorts. "Give us one reason to." A flicker of pain crosses Eden's face-too human, too *familiar*-before he lifts his hand. The void shudders, peeling back to reveal a landscape of shattered glass mountains and rivers of liquid mercury. At the center, a spire pierces the sky, its surface etched with runes that bleed black smoke. "The Clocktower," Eden says. "Where the Silence stores what's left of the timelines it's eaten. If you want answers, they're there."

And as they stepped into the hall, guns drawn, you could almost believe—just for a moment—that gods bleed, too. Next: 11 — Debt The Tower is under siege. Loyalty burns. And every secret has a price in blood.

It wasn’t signed. Kael would never let me go. Lucien would only follow if it amused him. But the words burned in my mind until I could think of nothing else. When the moon hung high, I slipped out, hood drawn low. The streets of Ebonveil were slick with fog, lamplight bending in the mist. The Blood and Moonlight Tavern stood at the edge of neutral territory—a place where vampires, wolves, and even humans could meet under strict rules of truce. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and candlelight. Shadows clung to the corners, and the scent of spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood.

They were scared that these people might get them. The Belmorthe Family on the other hand managed to escape the burning tower and started running away from that place. Lady Molly had seen the horrifying scene of people attacking each other. She knew to herself that this certain event is bad and could send disasters in the coming days. She knew that this sickness is inevitable. It will not go away that fast. It's a plague.

It's not a question. "No restraint," I confirm. The room moves with purpose after that. The particular organized chaos of trained wolves preparing fast, straps being fastened, blades being checked, boots being laced with practiced efficiency. The flower arrangements nobody cleared away look increasingly surreal against all of it. White blooms and drawn swords. Someone's goblet of celebration wine still sitting half-full on a table near the door. It's been less than two hours since I stood on that platform and thought we'd won. "Alpha."

"What a coincidence. I live there, too. It's hard to get a cab now, and my family's waiting. How about I pay you 40 dollars, and you give me a lift?" Charles hesitated for a second. "Alright. Hurry up and get in. I've got something urgent to deal with." He would be foolish to turn away money. And he really did have something urgent. He wanted to kill me. All through the ride, Maeve kept texting me, pushing me to hurry, and my father called to ask if something was wrong. I told him to stay home and rest. I wasn't going to let him risk himself this time. On the security cameras, I saw the iron gate at my in-laws' place being forced open, and a group of burly men rushing in.

Time was a cruel thing, moving too fast when you wanted it to stop and too slow when you needed it to pass. I stayed at that window until the first rays of dawn painted the horizon pink and gold. Somewhere in the castle, a horn blew. To the wolves it sounded majestic but to me it sounded like dread. The Blood Hunt had begun. I gripped Von's wooden bird tighter, feeling it cut into my skin, and watched as the hunting party assembled in the courtyard below. Wolves in human form, weapons gleaming, faces eager with anticipation. And at their center, dressed in black and radiating lethal grace, was Kaelen.

"The Bloodbound will rise again." The dagger's light flared once, as if answering him. And far above the ruins, in the night sky, a murder of crows took flight - screaming into the dark.

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.