Novel & Cerita Blood On The River Book

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

He was just a couple of yards away, looking at the surrounding in a defensive stance as if he is expecting an unexpected attack from somewhere. I turned to look at my surrounding. Contrary to its name, River of Flames is nothing like a river. It is a cave, a huge stone cave. Only that, all the things you can see around are on fire, blazing, glowing red. And the path in the middle was made of stones with flowing lava in between the cracks of each stone. I gulped as I looked closer. Looking at it this close made me think how painful it would be to touch it. 'But that will not hurt you, my lady. Any phase of fire will not hurt you in any way. You already know that, right?' Raja interrupted my t

Up ahead, the heavy rushing sound of water filled my ears. The Raven River. It was the border line. Beyond the dark, raging water lay The Deadwoods, a lawless, toxic neutral territory where no single pack held control. A place where outcasts, rogues, and dangerous things went to disappear. I didn't slow down. I threw myself straight off the muddy bank, plunging into the freezing, violent river. The cold water hit my burning skin like a shock, but I kicked with all my strength, fighting the heavy current as arrows whistled through the dark air above my head, splashing into the water around me.

I would not put it past this city for it to actually be a river of blood, considering that they were vampires. It did not take very long and we reached our destination. There were a lot of people here too, just like in the last spot. And so many people were taking pictures and making videos. “Oh my gosh,” Julia gasped when she saw what we all saw. It was a literal river of blood. I thought at first that it could not be blood but then my sense of smell picked up the smell. It was actual blood! “But how?” I voiced my thoughts. How was this possible?

Only wondered why it itched. Blood and Boots didn’t make it itch. “It itches. We can’t swim through.” I looked up. “But that wolf had swam through. How?” “A myth is the river will only let you swim through if you are innocent. Maybe the wolf is innocent….” “Let’s go!” I shut him from his mythical history and dived into the river. Whoever that person was, they had to answer to me. Ralph groaned, soaking himself into the river. “It burns!”

Blood turns the sand a slick red. Suddenly, the clouds clear. I look back, panicked my father somehow snuck through and found Raven, but she’s standing whole and resolute, staring out over the river. She’s looking at my father–who didn’t even bother to shift, much less enter the river with his men. Raven cleared the storm so I might cross the river safely. This kill is mine. I plunge into the water. The remainder of the lightning sparkles over my skin, but it doesn’t hurt me. Raven never would. I shoulder the corpses of Father’s men out of the way, choking on the stink of charred skin. And then I emerge.

While Mother tried to stop him in terror, he slammed his head against the pillar. Blood sprayed across Mother's face. She stared at Father and me, both fallen in a pool of blood, in a daze. Then she broke down with a scream.

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*Show them what happens to cages when the river rises. I don't shift into the wolf. I stay in my human skin, but I let the Southern Fire flood my veins until my hands are smoking in the damp air. I step directly into the black, rushing water of the River of Bones, the freezing current swirling around my ankles. I reach down, burying both of my hands deep into the river mud, my fingers locking around the ancient stone bed of the valley. The violet light at my neck doesn't just flare; it explodes.

The scent of blood grew thicker with each step we took, and my wolf howled within me at that, claws scratching beneath my skin, begging to get out. To fix whatever was wrong. The trail ended at the bathroom door. My hand shook as I reached for it. I hadn't realized how horrible my trembling was until Zach’s hand closed over mine, steadying me. Together, we pushed the door open. I had thought the metallic smell from earlier was bad. This was even worst. Blood, alcohol... and vomit. Yet, my world had narrowed to a single image. River, sprawled on the floor, pale skin slick with sweat and crimson, the side of his forehead split open. A shattered bottle lay near his hand. Blood had dried down hi