Blood On The Clocktower Trouble Brewing Novels & Stories

The air crackled with tension, thick with the scent of blood and sweat. I stood beside Roy, our backs pressed together as we faced the chaos erupting around us. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow that painted everything in shades of crimson. It was a blood moon, and its presence felt like an omen of the violence that surrounded us.

The air grew heavier with each passing hour, as though the world itself was bracing for something unnatural. Ever since the gods’ messenger appeared, the countdown had begun—seven days until the Day of the Blood Moon. Seven days to prepare. Seven days to survive. Ava sat beneath the twisted elder tree outside the sanctuary, the bark behind her pulsing faintly as if aware of her presence. The wind was sharp, slicing through the night with whispers. Her fingers traced the mark on her wrist—ever since she mixed her blood with Achi’s, the mark had darkened, a signal that something ancient had awakened.

I came back three hours later, having satisfied myself with the blood of two vibrant humans who made a futile effort in the course of saving their lives. Seated on the stairs leading to the second floor is an agitated Baron who stood up the moment he saw me. Taking in my blood stained collar, he furrowed his brows as his concern heightened. "Why are you stained in blood!? Where is Lucy? What have you done to her!?" Is that the reason why he's so worked up? Because he thinks the blood on my cloth is Lucy's? He might have tried to get into my room but couldn't because it is locked and the key is lying comfortably in my breast pocket.

Althea flew away through the window, breaking the glass window into million pieces. "Let's go, Xandra," Katrina dragged the human girl out of the big villa while she kept on staring at the handsome face of the man which was converted into a hoping face. ___________________________________ Darby was pacing back and forth, his urge was getting high to have blood after every fifteen minutes. It looked like the curse was breaking and the self-control he had over all these decades was getting out of his hand. he searched for the blood bags in his basement but it was empty. "Hello, Arrow?" he dialled a number and spoke impatiently.

The village looked prosperous and full of life in the outside but inside were death and sorrow. The walls were high and proud, and there were towers above it where Badblood watchers watched the perimeter with bird-like eyes, they can see through the dark. They stopped behind the trunk of a tall tree. "We should stay in the shadows" Rena said quietly. "The watchers can see in the dark. One wrong move and we will be dead" Serra nodded. "Okay, I will just follow you". A black bird landed on the nearby tree. Rena's body suddenly tighten. Serra could hear her heart beating loudly. She swallowed.

They found the watchtower by accident—half-sunk in the glassed plain like a tooth the earth had tried to spit out and failed. Wind howled through the fractured stairwell, carrying the smell of rain gone wrong: sharp, green, metallic. Witchfire storm building. Kaelira hauled Zevran inside first. He was conscious again but unsteady, his weight deceptively heavy for someone who moved like shadow. The bond rasped between them, his pulse catching against hers with each step.

Ahead of us, the tower stands like an old friend, the face dark and the hands frozen at midnight. I look over at Alec, who’s looking back at me. His eyes are full of tenderness, and I can’t help but return his look. An urge to throw my arms around his neck and kiss him fills me. For a second, I almost give in to it. And then I remember we’re in the middle of a really bad situation, and there are Silver Hunters all around. We can’t afford the distraction. Not now. He must know what I’m thinking, because he drops my hand and nods. We pick up the pace, and soon we’re at the doors of the clock tower.

Claudia put her two hands above the heads of Clayton and Sonya who kneeling. The wind came to deliver some rustling voices as the ambiance started becoming too chilling in their human bones. Within some seconds, the mist was approaching at the time Sonya opened her wound from the plaster and Clayton scrolled up his long sleeves. Both Sonya's palm and Clayton's left arm gushed some blood streaming down to the surface of the wooden case. As the blood drops dripped onto it and were absorbed by the case, the mist became darker and darker until they couldn't see anything.

The clock struck 4 am, and a new day was about to start with the first fiery rays of the sun. "Did you make sure she’s going to pick you?", a whispering voice was definitely interested in getting the answer. "As much as I could.", another mouth moved nervously in the darkness. "Actually, it came out better than I thought." "What do you mean?" "She fainted right after the introduction. Can you imagine it? Ha ha ha…" "I can’t believe she’s Victor’s granddaughter. She’s all misery." "Not exactly. There’s something I need to tell you. The crow almost died to have drunk her blood. His instinct is never wrong."