Blood On The River Book Novels & Stories

The house didn’t feel like mine anymore once the gunfire stopped. Declan’s men moved through the estate with brisk, practiced efficiency, zip-tying the guards who were still breathing, calling for a cleanup crew, sweeping every room for anything the Ghost might have left behind. I stood in the middle of the foyer, blood — not mine — drying on my knuckles, and tried to remember how to breathe like a person who hadn’t just watched her home turned into a battlefield. “Sera.” Declan’s hand found my shoulder, gentler than it had any right to be given the last ten minutes. “You’re not hurt?”

A tool that worked to pay for its own survival. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the mountain of greasy dishes. Then, I plunged my hands into the freezing water. After I was done, I took out the small notebook I kept hidden in my pocket and carefully wrote down some details. [Senior year. Fainted. Hospital debt: 600.] [Goal: Get out of there.] [Step one: Get into the farthest college possible.]

"Uhm sometimes, the Alpha overworks us." "I don't think i like our Alpha very much," Ro huffed. "No, i mean i overwork myself too much. Appreciate the alpha, he's a great person," he said quickly, making Ro look at him skeptically. "So you found the river at the library?" he continued speaking. "I read about it there. The river is the only place that comes from the Artemis waterfalls. I heard that place is beautiful," Ro sighed. "It is," he replied absentmindedly. "Hmm how do you know?"

Only one thing would never change, and that was his love for her. He would love her, and only her forever. However, the battle was far from over. It was just the beginning. It was just a little taste of how the main battle would be. Unknown to the lycanthropes, the river that surrounded Red River City slowly lost its pristine clear colour and turned red. The colour of blood. Humans were stunned and shocked at the sight of the river. A few were curious about the darkness that had taken over the city. Others talked about the explosions that sounded miles away from them, thinking it was maybe an approached hurricane or earth quake.

This was about blood. And before this was over, Moscow would drown in it. "I am coming for you, brother," I whispered to the rain. "And when I find you, you will beg for death before I am done.”

And maybe I could share some with Cas, because while I enjoy my house being tidy sometimes, I don’t think it’s healthy to start cleaning every time you’re stressed. Cas had explained that if everything in his head was chaotic, it helped him to make the world around him simple. Everything had its place, and everything was clean and tidy. It made sense. They say a tidy house is a tidy mind or something, don’t they? But the way Cas used to clean wasn’t healthy. “Mommy?” River said, holding up her hand. “I have blood.” I looked at her hand, and there was the tiniest little scratch with a single drop of blood. “O, poor thing. Do you need a bandait?”

There’s a river, a clear river that goes on for miles. The skin of my neck is prodded gently, my body is moved gently, like I’m a glass doll that’ll break if not handled with care. The river is refreshing, and colourful fish swim in it. They swim to the middle of a river. Something covers me, it’s warm and cozy. In the middle of the river lies a man, a beautiful man with a beautiful smile. I’m comfortable, warm, floaty. His eyes open, a crazy look in his eyes, and he smiles, a nefarious fanged smile with a body torn in two. The river runs red with blood.

And now their blood ran into the swamp, turning the black water into a sickening river of crimson. Rio had a vision and the swamp ran red with blood.

"What a coincidence. I live there, too. It's hard to get a cab now, and my family's waiting. How about I pay you 40 dollars, and you give me a lift?" Charles hesitated for a second. "Alright. Hurry up and get in. I've got something urgent to deal with." He would be foolish to turn away money. And he really did have something urgent. He wanted to kill me. All through the ride, Maeve kept texting me, pushing me to hurry, and my father called to ask if something was wrong. I told him to stay home and rest. I wasn't going to let him risk himself this time. On the security cameras, I saw the iron gate at my in-laws' place being forced open, and a group of burly men rushing in.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.