Blood On The Clocktower Trouble Brewing Novels & Stories

“Who do you trust?” “Not enough,” Rowan said. “But I’m working on it.” A sharp knock interrupted them. Rowan tensed immediately. “Come.” The door opened to reveal one of the night guards, his expression grim. “Alpha, there’s been an incident at the northern watchtower.” Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of incident?” “Blood markings. Fresh. And a message.” Elara’s stomach dropped. Rowan did not hesitate. “Show me.” They moved through the stronghold quickly, Elara matching Rowan’s pace as they navigated corridors and stairs. The guard led them outside, across the courtyard and toward the northern perimeter where the oldest watchtower stood sentinel.

I'll go. You're not going alone. I'm not going alone. She pointed to Antonio and Andrea, who were already getting ready. They're coming. Dante hesitated, but nodded. Bring him back. Elena kissed him. Rome, Italy Three hours later Enzo's apartment was small, functional, and almost spartan. No luxuries, no decorations. Just the essentials. But now, there are bloodstains on the floor. Traces of a struggle. A forced door.

And somehow, that made his presence beside her steadier than any reassurance could have. The old clock tower rose ahead of them tall and ancient, its stone face cut sharply against the moonlit sky. The large clock glowed silver at the top, its hands approaching midnight with indifferent precision. Scarlett slowed slightly. Something felt wrong. The area around the tower was completely empty. No security guards doing their rounds. No students passing through. No surveillance cameras with their usual faint red indicator lights. Victor noticed too. "He disabled the surveillance grid." Julian looked up at the tower with an expression that might have been awe if the situation weren't so dire. "Th

When you traveled by blood magic, you felt like a Champagne bottle that had been shaken too hard: fizzing, warm, and ready to pop. I tumbled onto the bronze floor of the Clocktower in the House of Seasons, shaking with the bubbling of my blood, on top of Alpha who wound his arms around me in shock and whined. I smacked my mouth to get rid of the coppery taste, but it’d take hours to fade; I remembered that from the last time I’d been wrenched here to Isabella’s house as a kid.

“There are moonstone mines beneath this clock tower. Moonstone drives away shadow werewolves that’s why I brought you here and the kids. You are all safe here.” That gave me a sense of relief as all the tension and fears in my body relaxed. I looked down again and saw how she writhed in pain as she tried to force herself to enter the barrier that surrounded the area. The shadow werewolves behind her started to howl, all frustrated and furious. “What happened to you out there?” I asked as I put my hand on his chest and that put a glimmer of life in my husband's eyes. “Are you alright?”

The usual ceremonial lighting had been amplified tenfold, transforming the territory into a dazzling display of silver and blue. "What's happening?" I asked, my golden eyes widening at the spectacle. "The countdown is about to begin," Sarah, a junior healer, explained excitedly. As if on cue, the massive clock tower at the center of Blood Moon headquarters began to pulse with light. The time displayed showed one minute to midnight. Suddenly, the sky above the territory erupted with fireworks. Silver and blue sparks formed a giant "10" in the night sky. "Nine!" the gathering crowd at the window chanted as the next number appeared.

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

If I leave the temple before evening, I will reach the capital at nightfall and use the shadows to my advantage; any later than that, and I am screwed. The foulness of the water spluttering from the rock keeps disrupting my mood, so on a loose nail on the wooden chair before me, I slash my palm and wait for the oozing blood to pool. I walk to the ‘crying rock’ and pour the blood onto the murky water that clears for at most one second before reverting. ‘It must be the stream.’ Kaisa informs me as if I did not know. ‘I am not a blood bank, Kaisa.’

POV: Lord Silvain Mordaunt | Blood Club, Soho The blood club looked best at midnight, when the candlelight had softened everything and the guests had been drinking long enough that the social performance had relaxed into something more honest, which in this particular room meant more openly corrupt.

"What?" "Don't hurt Tara. I still need her." I hung up without explaining further. If Ethan was smart enough, he would soon find the clues I left behind. Once he did, that was when the real show would begin. Tara was stashed in an abandoned warehouse. When I arrived, Amber Shaw was there loudly hurling insults at her. She called Tara a homewrecker, a shameless tramp, and worse. Tara was tied to a chair and her pale face was flushed red. When she saw me enter, she glared daggers at me.