Blood On The Streets The Doors Novels & Stories

If Jasmine gets worse, I'll never let you off the hook. The doctor looked unsure for a moment. A nurse hurried over and said, "The patient's in critical condition. Do we have any blood left?" Without further hesitation, the doctor started the disinfection process on my arm. Will's grip was unyielding, and I could only watch helplessly as my strength slipped away. "How much blood does the patient still need?" The doctor, noticing my ghostly complexion, turned to the nurse. She whispered, "We're 600cc short. I'll try to find more..."

Once the shiny red door of the sports car was pushed open and Darius’ presence majestically revealed, the girls from every year level of Asuncion High became enthused. One could hear the heels from their sandals and shoes clicking loudly on the tiled ground as they jumped with excitement and admiration.

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

And then we used the rope to climb down to our parents’ room and entered the room unaware of the fact that, it was actually a theatre of real life R-rated film. Madarashi entered there first followed by me. When I entered I saw, because of some reason Madarashi froze there. And soon, I found out a horrible scene! I saw my father was standing there with two daggers in his hand and our mother was lying on the ground covered in blood, cuts and bruises. This scene had two different reactions in me and Madarashi . He started to scream out loud like he had gone berserk and for me, I couldn’t even move, my senses went numb. Because of his scream, father knew that we were there. He, with a daring fa

I hoped to play the hero–or heroin. Blood painted the stone walls of the fortress, they smelt like fresh blood. Before me in a long hallway was a huge door with few lifeless men littering the door entrance. My heart thuds as I make my brave steps towards the door. What's behind the door could be the dreadful one who slayed the men I met on the way. Also the one who might be keeping Emmett captive, because for what I know, he was immortal.

I saw the blood that trailed down my sisters chest onto the floor and made a puddle next to my dad. I looked at the front door and made a run for it. I pulled open the door and ran outside. I ran till the blood was out of my legs and the oxygen couldn't make it to my lungs. Finally, I was gone from that horrible place. Finally, I was free again. I hid in a dark alley and slept there for the night.

The drive was long and silent, a tension in the air that belied the uncertainty of the mission we were about to undertake. When we arrived at the entrance to the lair—a towering skyscraper that glittered against the night sky—we were met by a group of vampire guards. Their pale faces were expressionless, but their eyes held a flicker of disdain. “The Lord of Sterling City will see the Alpha King,” one of them said, his voice smooth but cold. “The rest will wait here.” I crossed my arms, my gaze steady. “That’s not happening. I go in with my detail, or I don’t go in at all.”

Officers in tactical gear jumped out, weapons drawn. "Police! Nobody move!" I stepped out from behind the shipping containers, pointing toward the entrance. "They're inside! Through those doors!" The officers didn't hesitate. They used a battering ram, smashing through the heavy metal doors with a deafening crash. I rushed in right behind the secondary wave, expecting to hear screams, expecting to see chains, expecting to find the dark, horrific underworld Declan’s files had described. Instead, the blinding white light of professional studio strobes hit my eyes.

We had blood, song, and memory on our side. As the midnight bells began to toll, the gates of the First City opened. The streets were silent except for the crunch of boots on frost. For the first time, we weren’t fleeing the dark. We were hunting it.

Some are hiding, while some are flat dead on the floor. Blood pools over the white tiles, the paintings, the walls, and the windows. Bones goes physical with one of Silas's guards, their grunts echoing as they exchange hard blows and kicks. Bones gets the upper hand, backing the guy against the broken window. He doesn't waste a minute to kick him off, and the guy starts falling from the penthouse into the street, his screams echoing. Even while I shoot, I still know the moment he crashes over the asphalt below. People squeal, horns honk, tires screech on the gravel, but I don't dwell on it. I fire hard and fast, taking down more men as they file into the penthouse.