Novel & Cerita Blood On The Leaves Book

The ancient book flipped violently on its own, pages turning like a storm until it stopped—on a blank page. Blood seeped from the center. One word appeared: Run.

The Crossovers Are Just To Solve The Love Problems Of Other OCs … “No…” Dawey’s eyes widened in shock when they saw that it was really a blood stain on the leaf. The blood is vivid red, as if seeking for the others to look at it, notice it. “It can’t be…?!” Filur’s mouth fell open in shock as he looked at Mahi, afraid to see that Mahi would be enraged.

But what made it different from the other books, was the ominous feeling that creep through my veins each time I held it. Blood. The word came to my head like a message, making me wondered why a demon was asking for blood again. Blood. "Of course." "Of course what?" Lily asked me, and I almost didn't know I muttered out. Without answering her question, I hurried for the dagger that was tucked well and always worn on my lower right leg. Blood. I quickly held the blade and might have caused some screaming and shouting from Lily and Mona once they saw me with a knife. Thrusting the blade to my palm, I waited for the blood to spill on the book. Nothing happened at first, but then the book opened

"Grace, did she give you this?" Anna instinctively had to take two steps back and looked at me and asked. She and Ike didn't seem to want to touch the red leaves in my hand at all. "Do you guys know how it's supposed to work?" I took the leaves and asked them about it. "The leaves of the blood tree will attract many vampires, and even powerful vampires will be drawn here, we are only low level vampires, we are no match for them, and you are human, the target will become more obvious."

The moon was covered in a thick layer of blood, and the blood was bleeding outward into the sky, covering the entire sky in red. Bang, bang, bang! Tyr heard a few gunshots. He then saw Leafy was looking at him as a few holes suddenly appeared on his chest. He looked like he was in pain. A huge amount of blood was flowing from his chest and stained his body. In the end, Tyr witnessed Leafy becoming bloodied as he looked at Tyr in pain. He then moved his hand toward his heart. Leafy used his hand to dig through his chest and grab his heart out. In the end, his heart became a shiny ring, which instantly became red and looked dazzling to Tyr.

I prick my palm with my blood and cover the leaf in it. The panthers watch me curiously but no one says anything. Dropping the blood stained leaf in the flowing water, I expect it to float away, like it usually does. But as I watch, the leaf turns black in front of my eyes, withering into ashes and scattering. One of the panthers looks at me, “That’s not supposed to happen, is it?” My voice is soft, filled with tension, “No.”

It's throbbing, leading me to believe that this isn't your everyday paper cut. "Mona," a deep, seemingly sensual voice in my delirium speaks. "Let me see that." Large hands envelop mine, and soon both are stained with blood. Red falls from both our hands onto the plant, and it stains the leaves with somewhat depressing precision. From where I crouch, the leaf bleeds almost like me, dark green in the roots but crimson around the edges.

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

It pulsates, persuading me to think that this isn't the ordinary paper cut. "Isla," a profound, apparently arousing voice in my ridiculousness talks. "Allow me to see that."Large hands wrap my own, and soon both are stained with blood. The red drops from both of our hands onto the plant, and it hints at the leaves with some way or another discouraging precision. From where I'm hunching down, the leaf is nearly draining as am I, a dim green in the roots however dark red in the edges.

At first I couldn’t comprehend the image it was trying to produce until it became crystal clear. The background was the image of a forest but as it emerged fully well, sun rays dwindled into nothingness as everywhere turned pitch-black. The trees in the dark forest were nicotine-brown, and the leaves were so red. So red that it was producing red liquid. Was that blood? All the leaves were bleeding profusely and following the direction of the slurring lines of blood, it rained on some pale skulls littering around the spooky ground.