Blood On The Tide Novels & Stories

"Where do you think you are going little girl?" She barely kept herself from rolling her eyes at the way he addressed her. "Out. I'm not doing you good by being in here with you." "But I am thirsty." Her eyes widened in realization. "You want to drink... from me?" "What do you think?" He pulled her close, and she looked directly at him, into his eyes. What had gone wrong with the prince? "You shouldn't be so surprised. I am a pure blooded vampire. I easily get tempted." "But you go to war. You should be used to the blood."

In the rise of the wind, a large burst of blue-green wave infused with sun-lit white in its crescendo splashed roughly against the shoreline to deliver a choking Kodjo and Tygart at my sand-caked feet before forming a diminuendo and ebbing back to sea. Both drenched bandits remained on fours as they coughed and spat out water mixed with bubbling blood from their system. It was a disgusting sight to see as my head tilted menaciously, waiting for them to look up to see my sour face. Through their hacking breathing, one by one their heads raised to find their worst nightmare contemptuously looking at them. Duke, slapping his fist in his palm, and Raj, cracking the knuckles of his fist, went to

A strap tied his thick curls back, and he had secured an ancient-looking blade to his back. He was lethal. And as she watched his claws sink into the flesh of Alpha Kai's neck, she had never been more grateful. "She. Is. Mine." Evander snarled, his eyes shining yellow. A tarp now covered the shattered windows of the office, and someone had cleaned up most of the evidence of yesterday's saga. But as a fresh crack in the plaster appeared under Alpha Kai's body, a wave of guilt passed over Sapphira, and as Alpha Kai started to make a gurgling sound, her fingers found Evander's arm.

The darkest days are always before the morning. The early rain is a sign of dismay. The howling of evil birds filled our creeks on that specific dawn, howling the sound of tragedy innovating an evil omen. We had expected this day, prepared for the way to total decimation, imagined this apocalypto. The early rain fell heavily in our community sending chills into our veins. The splatter of the rain rhymed to the loud cohorts of gunshots. He watched as soldiers tore into our homes, shooting and killing every living creature.

and a long nasty scar on each end of the patch. He spoke directly to the girl who hid behind me in fear “Ahh, Tiffany; so, you are hiding here now?” he spoke to her, lust dripping in each word. He took to stairs down and I changed to my attack stance “come closer and I will not hesitate to rip apart your limbs” I growled, and he laughed “oh, is that so? You think I am afraid of you?” he came closer and I charged at him and clawed at his arm and ripped it right off, he stared at me with shock and then fell to the ground dead; the blood oozing from his bleeding arm and I called the girl I now knew as Tiffany to follow me up. We got out to see the Night crawler pack houses engulfed in flames;

A cold silence spread across the battlefield. Even the wind seemed to stop. The King Without a Heart’s servant slowly raised one hand toward the crimson moon. “And now…” His eyes burned with quiet certainty. “…the Blood Eclipse can finally begin.” The crimson moon darkened. Not by clouds. But by a shadow that seemed to grow from within it. For the first time in centuries… The moon itself began to bleed.

The lines are dark and heavy, pressed so hard into the paper in some places that it’s torn through. There are people in the cars but they’re not drawn like people. They’re shadows, dark shapes with too many limbs, reaching toward each other or maybe reaching for help. I can’t tell which. I look at the drawing for a long moment, then at Jonah. “What’s this about, buddy?” He shrugs one shoulder, looking down at the drawing instead of at me. “Jo?” I keep my voice gentle. “Can you tell me about it?”

Not after seeing what was in front of them. One of them shouted something about securing the area, but it sounded distant, meaningless. A doctor pushed through the line anyway. Another followed. Then another. And suddenly the argument started. Too many voices. Too many decisions being made too late. “He is losing too much blood.” “We cannot treat him until the weapon is cleared.” “If you wait, he will die here.” Chloe lifted her head slowly. Her face was completely soaked, not just from tears but from blood she didn’t even seem to notice anymore.

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

He felt like shit and the previous night was a blank. Faro showered and stood under the steaming heat of the shower spray until he felt marginally better. He frowned as he washed himself and saw the blood coating his dick. He switched the water off and stuck his head out of the shower stall and grabbed a towel. His head was still pounding as he dried his hair with another towel. He looked up and stumbled backwards as Gage stood right in front of him. Gage’s hand curled around his throat and his fist drove the air from his lungs as it connected with his gut. Faro grunted in pain and Gage pushed him up against the wall.