Blood On The Tide Novels & Stories

Blood spreads over his soiled dress shirt like a red stain. Kell releases my hand and grips the tip in surprise, then looks back at me. Blood dribbles from his mouth as he stumbles forward, gasping for air. My eyes hone in on the form standing behind him. It’s Taylor. Taylor steps back, pulling the sword from Kell’s back with a satisfied sneer. Unfortunately, there is no sign of injury on him. The acidic tempest must have not affected him the way I thought it would.

The Blood-Flood Pact Mireya stood in the center of the collapse, breathless. Where the Tide-Heart had been was now only mist—glowing, pulsing, laced with the scent of rain and blood. The chamber that once felt eternal now cracked at the edges. Water ran upward. The walls flickered like torn canvas. But she was still there. Alive. Somehow. Bastian knelt nearby, covering his face as a final wave of saltwind ripped through the space. His hair dripped, his hands burned faintly from the light that had poured out of Mireya. “Are we dead?” he asked, coughing.

At this moment, it was like the most beautiful immortal voice in the Nation Master's ears, making him intoxicated. But at this time, a voice came from the center of the Corpse Tide. This voice was so abrupt that it immediately drowned out the earth-shattering roar coming from the Corpse Tide. "Blood!" Hong! There seemed to be an explosion out of thin air. The surging tide of corpses seemed to have been shaken at this moment and suddenly became loose. The Nation Master, who had just relaxed a little, suddenly tightened his body again and held the Eight Divine Ruler tightly. He widened his eyes and looked forward.

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

“sink or sail. those are your only choices. and trust me, i won't be sinking with you i wanted to scream at him, beat him up, throw him overboard and be done with this whole nightmare. but behind us was a maze of blood-thirsty vampire corpses. ahead of us was only water. there was no escape. not reall my stomach twisted as the waves rose higher, splashing cold salt against my lips. the taste of the water was off. it tasted like iron my eyes narrowed at the foam around us. it shines faintly under the moonligh “what… is this?” my whisper scraped out of my throa the man didn’t look at me. his jaw tightened like i was disturbing him with my questions “bloodwater. keep steering bloodwater?? the

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

The moon bleeds red over Hollowshade tonight, its crimson light seeping through the stained glass windows of my throne room like spilled wine. I can taste the shift in the air bitter, metallic, carrying the scent of approaching storm and the copper tang of violence yet to come. It's like the moment before a blade is drawn, when the world holds its breath and waits for the first drop of blood to fall.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

"The sky is ours." I closed my eyes, letting the terrifying speed of the Vanguard carry me back to the Jagged Coast. The Tide wasn't dead. You cannot kill the ocean. But it was trapped beneath a mile of solid obsidian, stripped of its engine, and terrified of the light. The board was finally set, and the surface had won.