Blood On The Leaves Book Novels & Stories

I pull the box out, examining it. "That's not a box, it's a book" Hunter says. I had the weirdest feeling of deja vu as Hunter said that to me and I looked over to where he was standing by my mother's bed, remembering her final attempt at communicating with me. "It wasn't a brush" I say to myself. "What?" Hunter says looking confused. Ignoring Hunter, I look at it more closely. Hunter was right. It is a book. It has an ornate metal clasp on the front which locks the pages giving the illusion of it being a box.

"It is O positive, your favorite." I smiled at him before extending my hand to collect the blood bag. My orbs turned red once my fang sunk into the bag. My eyelid closed while I savored every drop of the liquid that touched my tongue. It felt like a release from the shackle of bondage I had inserted myself in right from the day we all lost Kate.

Once I'm in place he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat as I start stacking papers and flipping open the history book. I am all too aware of the shifter next to me. He's so close I can smell him. Mint and honey flood my nose, it's so overwhelming my head pounds in protest. I take my glasses off again sighing as I massage my temples. "Damn migraines." I whisper to myself.

The rise and fall of my chest slow. As the white light clears I find myself standing in a bright forest clearing. I look around and then stare down at my hands. What is happening? I blink several times trying to understand where I am at. Glancing around again I begin to walk around. The clearing is large and circular, with oak trees lining it. My bare feet sink into the plush green grass. The air is light and refreshing, I find myself closing my eyes.

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

Ronan lifted the paper in his hand and rolled it open, showing it to me. My eyes widened the second I saw the drawing. I didn’t recognize it at first, it was some kind of strange plant with dark, spiky leaves sketched in ink. I took it from him, brows furrowing. “What is this, Ronan?” “This is the Nifht shade black leaf,” he said, in a serious tone. “It’s extremely poisonous. Jeff didn’t even let me take a sample with me. He just drew everything. This is what it looks like. And a sample of this… was found in Selene’s blood.”

BOOM ' Ah, my head is spinning,' I murmured, moving my body. The cold breeze blew through my hair, gasping me to senses. I opened my eyes slowly and the dark atmosphere came into my view. There was no other colour than black and red. Trees had black leaves , red fruits or flowers. Red moon was shimmering, its reflection on us like blood dripping from hell. The suffocating feeling choked me up and I coughed, trying to get up. I raised my face and saw Loren sitting in front of me. His forehead was bleeding.

“Bring me that withered leaf from the medicine shelf.” A young healer hesitated, then fetched a dry, brown blade of grass from a jar—a plant that had clearly long been dead. Merrick placed it carefully on the table, uncorked the vial, and poured a single drop of blood onto it. The effect was instant. The brown veins of the leaf pulsed once, then again, glowing faintly before color bled back into it. Within seconds, the brittle edges softened, the green spreading across the surface like a slow flame. The leaf unfurled itself—alive.

“They would love to meet you. I know they will.” “Tomorrow,” I promised. “I’ll come tomorrow.” After the call ended, I retrieved the books once more… My fingers hesitated over Lunareeth. When I opened it again, the old and sharp page edge caught my skin. A sharp sting… Before I could react, a single drop of blood fell onto the blank parchment. “Oh no!” I immediately reached for it instinctively— but froze. The blood— it didn’t smear. It sank! And then— words began to form before my eyes.