Blood On The Sun Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her beautiful face looked worried. "Darryl, you should go outside and take a look. The sun had changed to the color of blood..." 'What?' Darryl was stunned and quickly walked out to look at the sky. He was stupefied when he saw the color of the sun up in the sky. Since it was entering summer, the sun should be warm and hot, especially during the mid-afternoon. On the contrary, no temperature was felt when the bloody sun's light touched the skin.

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

Suna held it tight around her neck and walked towards the altar, the blood that dripped nonstop from her eyes fell on her hands but she didn't care about that, her gaze was fixed on the scared bat in her hand. She picked up the knife, brought the bat closer to the jug and at once, she cut the head of the bat, its blood spilled into the jug and the green light which emanated from it became brighter, the blood of the bat on the knife dripped down on her hand. Suna glanced at her hand and cut her wrist with the knife, the blood of the bat on it mixed with hers. In deep agony, Suna screamed, the ground beneath her began to tremble violently but she stood firm to the ground. Here eyes were wide o

He uttered, moving to the window and fully opened the curtains. The sun flashed on his skins and he had to thanked the advanced technology that made almost all vampires immune to the sun. Most of the vampires don't get burnt from going in contact with the sun and he is one of them, since he is the king. Then there are those whose blood failed to take in the drugs to keep them immune to the sun and can only go out late in the night. They were those people who he decided to employ as workers in the mansion. And among them, some of them work in the blood bank which is why he wants to know why the blood wasn't sterilised as usually. He sighted Gaby by the garden, blowing smoke out from his mouth

A very strange place. The sky was red, bright red, the colour of blood. Even the sun was red, glaring angrily with its bright red glow, like a ball soaked in blood. The atmosphere was one of chaos and war, and the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh. The heat of the sun was merciless and Layla quickly lowered her head to avoid the hotness of the blood red sun. The moment she looked down at her feet, she screamed. A high pitched terrified scream, filled with dread and agony. She scooted away from the sight before her, still screaming and screaming.

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, Aatif. Let me through.” Even though I had prepared myself to see the worst, the sight that met me made my stomach clench. The fruits I had for breakfast turned rotten. It was strange and twisting. How the sun chose the exact moment to part through the clouds and sunlight poured through the glass dome above the throne, landing on the thick, dark blood. I flinched at the drop of it falling from the seat of the dark throne, through the lion sculptured legs and into the pool, spreading down its dais.

“Magenta, rest. Adan will call Nikoa. I’m sure he’ll do it. It’s still early. The sun hasn’t even started to set—” “Brenna,” Adan cut me off. “The effects of the Blood Moon can begin before the moon reaches its full height. I want you to stay in your room until we’re married. I don’t want to take a chance—” “Nothing’s going to happen to me.” I bit my lower lip. “But if you think I’m letting you out of my sight tonight, think again.”

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)