Blood On The Tide Novels & Stories

"I told him about the blood moon discovery, and we both laughed at the irony because Adam had named our pack Blood Moon Pack. I told him about combining the sun and moon magic, and he was thrilled about it. I was about to tell him about the plotting bloods when he stood up and ran out of the room. I did not know where he was going. It all happened so fast, and I was shocked. I got up and traced his scent. I followed him to the king's quarters. What I saw was terrifying. There was blood at the entrance with three dead blood enforcers. I was in shock, and I began to shake. I walked into the apartment, and Margret stood in her house robe in shock, stained with blood. It was partly her blood and

A shadow stretched over him, blotting out the weak morning sun. The lead blood-born entity stood at the edge of the ridge. Up close, it was colossal, its pale, rubbery flesh glistening with the dark brine of the Atlantic trenches. It tilted its featureless head, the massive, unhinged jaw twitching as its rows of translucent, needle-like fangs dripped black, corrosive saliva onto the heather.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 "𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑..... 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛..... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘..." Katherine That organ in my body that pumps blood and keeps my whole blood warm somersaulted and I took a step back. Alexander Tyrone leaned on the door in all his glory.

Her body was trembling with it, I could hear her heart pounding through her ribs like a war drum. I could smell it on her. Salt and blood and something acrid, sharp. And Aiden— The kid looked like he was holding himself together by a thread. His feet dragged in the sand as the rogue pulled him slowly toward the waiting boat. His face was pale, jaw clenched tight, trying not to cry. And under the pale edge of his jaw… Blood. A thin red line trickled down his neck. Just a drop or two. But it told me everything I needed to know.

From the spire’s tip, the magic didn’t burst outward—it poured down. Like, literally, a tsunami of glowing corrosive blood-magic spilled out of the Emperor’s hands, cascading down the Gothic palace sides like boiling acid in a waterfall. The Blood-Tide hit the upper courtyards first. It didn’t care who you were. Vampire aristocrats trying to flee the ballroom were swallowed in red, their flesh and bones turning to nothing in a blink, less than a second. "He’s sacrificing his own people to erase our army!" Caleb snarled, pure horror in it.

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

Control the jerremy tide. Then he howled, before darting back to my pocket and nestling down. I’d only put my foot on the first step of the staircase, before Zhen nipped me impatiently. I yipped through my sobs, then looked at up at the motto again. Huh, my shadows did look like a jerremy tide. But wasn’t the jerremy meant to be the deaths caused by the wolves? The blood that they poured like oceans by their savagery?

Lora moved with sharp precision, but a cut dripped blood down her arm. We weren’t just fighting an army. We were fighting a tide. A tide that kept coming in waves. Is Dorian not planning on waiting for the Blood Moon? Despite our best efforts, we were losing. Then a voice came. A familiar, cold voice that sent ice straight through my veins. A voice I hoped not to hear anytime soon. It rang out over the battlefield, smooth, taunting, even though I couldn't see him. “Miss me?” Everything in me went still. I turned.

*Maerilee* The Oceanan army has breached the gates of our kingdom now that the barrier is down. We watch from above as their forces pour into the city, clashing with what remains of our warriors. Splintered wood and twisted metal lie strewn across the marble road like bones of a fallen titan. The Oceanans pour through the breach like a tide long held at bay. Steel flashes in the sun. Magic explodes in the air, shards of ice, jets of water, bolts of sky fire. The scent of blood clings to the wind, mixing with the acrid tang of smoke. Screams rise above the chaos, but I don’t flinch. I’m not afraid anymore.

The air crackled with tension, thick with the scent of blood and sweat. I stood beside Roy, our backs pressed together as we faced the chaos erupting around us. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow that painted everything in shades of crimson. It was a blood moon, and its presence felt like an omen of the violence that surrounded us.