Blood On The Tide Novels & Stories

He tells me, scooping me up and into his arms, only then did I realise I was laying in a pool of blood with my shirt ripped open, Ben throws his shirt over my chest, Drake nods a thankyou to him. “What happened?” I ask looking around “It’s both yours and matts and whoever donated the blood” “It’s like a scene from Carrie for fuck sake” I was stunned, I couldn’t remember much except the feeling of complete exhaustion, I still felt completely exhausted but I was alive and for now that’s more than enough “Can we go to bed?” I whisper, he nods kissing my head and standing up “Ofcourse” I rest my head against his chest, too tired to talk any more and I close my eyes letting sleep take me.

Etrait, Nine Hundred and Forty Years Before The beach showed little sign of the tragedy that had played out on its sand the day before, the tide having stolen away almost every stain of blood, the fine sand sticking to the surface of the rest. Seagulls and other predatory sea birds fluttered over the darker patches, attracted to the insects that buzzed, searching for the meat that accompanied the blood.

I know those eyes, where do I know them from? An ache wraps around my skull, and I watch them lift me up. My neck turns on its own, I gape, the panic I had tried to stop rushing back with fevor. The severed head of my elder sister, her shining blonde hair soaked in deep red with a pool of blood surrounding her. There are other limbs next to her, her eyes are wide and empty. Something pushes up against my mouth, and I tremble. A wave of dizziness hits me, I don’t stop staring at the horror show until my lashes flutter down and darkness swallows me.

Anuradha would die, Avanti fell to her knees and began to cry. Mr. Ajay asked his son to find the blood type from other sources. Abhishek nods, he turns around leaving when I call him back."Abhishek, hold on please,?" I said. He took a stop and turned back to face me. "Yes! What is it?" He replied. I backed up a little from everyone and came to the doctor. "Sir, can you please take my blood, I match," I said to him.

What’s going on? The ocean was now blood red and the tides were coming in strong, almost as if a hurricane or a flood was brewing. I was rooted; I couldn’t move a limb. I don’t know what was possessing me to stand there, but I watched quietly as the red tides inched closer & closer. The air around me dropped below freezing making my hair stand on end. I continued to watch the water. Soon enough, it approached my feet. The sand began to cave as the water rolled in further, drowning me slowly as I still couldn’t move my limbs. The sand gave way and I was submersed into the red ocean water.

The aftermath of the hound attack left the southern courtyard slick with rain and blood. Guards hauled the carcasses away while the rest reinforced the gates, their armor clinking in the mist-heavy air. Kael stood at the edge of the courtyard, scanning the treeline with a predator’s stillness. His shirt was torn at the shoulder, a smear of blood along his collarbone that I was fairly sure wasn’t his. “You’re bleeding,” I said, stepping closer. He glanced at me briefly. “It’s nothing.”

I had no idea how long I could hold on—in fact, I was mentally prepared to be buried beneath the snow. But just as I was about to close my eyes, Chase appeared. Clad in a dark leather jacket, he had an unlit cigarette wedged between his lips. His gaze was as cold as the frozen plain. He shouldn't have saved me. He and his subordinates were being hunted down by their enemies and were penniless. They were even running out of bullets. Nonetheless, he knelt down and scooped me up into his arms. "She's about to die," someone reminded him.

I exclaimed as the whole car jerked forward, bodies snapping against the car seat with a grunt. I was out of the car in a heartbeat, my senses on high alert. The figure stood in the middle of the road, motionless except for the wind teasing its coat. Even in the pale light of the early morning, I could see the faint shimmer of blood-red eyes—unmistakably vampiric.

“Why were you shaking like that? What did you see?” Alaric’s lips parted, then closed again. His face was ash pale. His eyes wide, as if he had just seen the end of the world happen before his eyes. “Alaric, please, talk.” Eron begged. “Tell us what you saw. We need to find Vathar before he does something bad. ” Finally, with a trembling breath, Alaric whispered, “Blood.” They froze. “I’ve never seen… so much blood in my life. I saw rivers of it. Oceans. Gods, it was everywhere.” He shuddered violently. “You’re not chasing a man anymore, Lord Eron. You’re tracking down a monster.”