Novel & Cerita Blood On The Leaves Book

I feel sad deep inside me because of that. "What are we going to do sister? That bulky man will be here in a minute now!" She ignored what I said then looked around the drawers inside the room and there she saw a dagger with some curved edge on it. A red gem was also engraved on it's handle. She stared on it for a second before looking at the herbs on the walls. "This! I saw this kind of herb from Lady Molly's Book! I think it's poisonous!" I watched her as she immediately grabbed the herb and smeared it to the edges of the dagger. She even smeared oil on it. How can she know about those things?

My breathing picks up as different emotions wash over me. I'm answered with flashes of fangs. One of the leaches moves quickly swing sharp nails at me. I reach out catching his wrist stopping his attack, then reach out grabbing a hand full of his hair pulling his head to the side. I lean down sinking sharp teeth deep into his neck letting the warm blood fill my mouth, before ripping a chunk out of his neck, letting him drop to the floor bleeding out.

Alpha Kingsley POV I looked around, but nothing was there. It seemed as though the attacker had simply vanished into thin air. I squatted down, and partly concealed beneath a layer of dry leaves was a tiny droplet of black blood. I carefully brushed the leaves aside and examined it closely. The blood was dark, almost pitch black, with a strange sticky texture unlike ordinary blood. I observed it for a while, trying to sense any lingering aura or identify anything unusual about it, but I couldn’t get anything from it.

She stood knee-deep in ash. The sky above her was bruised purple and black, split with veins of red light that pulsed in time with her heart. The air smelled like smoke and iron and rain that never fell. “Rowan?” she called. Her voice echoed back wrong—too thin, too distant. She turned. Rowan was there. On his knees. Her vision from before slammed into place with merciless clarity. His hands were red—slick with blood that wasn’t all his own. His shoulders trembled as he tried to hold something together that refused to stay whole.

Breathe. I increase my pace, taking a detour down the path between the library and the academic staff rooms. And that's when I freeze. Flashes of images erupt in my mind's eye so quickly, it makes my stomach turn. Blood. So much blood. Blood on the wall. On the floor. On my hands. On my clothes. On the ground. Leo's in my hands coughing up blood. I'm...I'm...crying?

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

I hopped out of her bed, feeling lightheaded as my breathing copied hers. I looked between her thighs as she turned sideways, "You've got blood stains." "

I close the old book and read the inscriptions on the grimoire dark green cover. 'BLOOD IS KEY.' They weren't just inscriptions. They were instructions. Immediately I understood what I needed to do. I pricked my thumb with my ear ring and poured droplets of my blood on the blank pages and I was shocked by what happened next. The previously blank pages were no longer empty. Suddenly writings in crimson blood formed filling up all the pages. Dixie was right, they weren't hidden, just waiting for me to discover.

I hugged the her immediately “You came,” I whispered. “You know I would.” She answered. And in her hands, wrapped carefully was the book. She unwrapped it and my breath caught. My mother didn’t speak, she just simply let the cloth fall away. The air charged more. The pressure could be felt. Kael had a horrified face staring at the book. It was entwined in vines— Blood vines. The raw power from the book pressed against my skin, my lungs, my bones—everywhere.

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.