Blood Over Bright Haven Audiobook Novels & Stories

“None of your business.” “But did you have to kill him?” Hunter turned around. Ludo could see the hideous face she was scared of. The beards made him look even more horrifying. Ludo moved back trying to hide her face. “Welcome to our world young girl. BLOOD LIVES HERE,” Hunter started the engine.

Not human. Not alive. Just programmed. Hale’s voice returned softly. “You wanted to know where he came from.” Damon’s jaw tightened painfully. “Stop talking.” But Hale continued anyway. “He was efficient even then.” A beat. “Obedient.” Luca’s breathing became uneven. Fragments kept crashing into him now. Rain. Orders. A woman shielding someone. A child crying. And blood. So much blood. “No,” Luca whispered. More to himself than anyone else. Damon looked at him sharply.

another voice said… Eliza. “Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong, Eliza. She passed out,” Gavin said, his voice coming out hoarse with fear. I wanted to tell him that it was okay, that I was right here. But I couldn’t. My body wasn’t my own right now… it was consumed, pulling me further into the darkness… further away from him. “Blood calls to blood,” I murmured, unsure if they could hear me, but it was the only thing I could say, the only words I could get out of my mouth.

And my eyes were so heavy that I couldn't open them easily. The voice of Abraham sounded at this moment. "Hannah? Hannah! Are you okay!" * Abraham's POV: Hannah passed out in my arms. Her face and lips were so pale. And the messy hairs were stuck to her sweaty face. I could feel the strong smell of blood in the air. It seemed like the blood in my body was not flowing anymore. It was hard for me to tell what was wrong with myself. "Abraham, something was wrong" my wolf reminded me calmly.

But my gut told me to look closer. I nudged the door open just a little more, just enough for the darkness beyond to take shape. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from the dim sconces along the walls. I took a hesitant step forward, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. The air smelled of something metallic and unmistakable. Blood. Then I saw them. Axel and Devon staggered under Ryan’s weight, his white shirt soaked through with crimson. Blood dripped from his fingertips, leaving a trail in their wake. Ryan's head lolled to the side, his face pale, his lips slightly parted like he was struggling to hold on to consciousness.

I looked down to see my own blood, pooling over the open pages of the book given to me by the sprites, a blade with black diamonds on the hilt and a large deep red ruby sitting inside a metal frame at the base of the handle, protruded from my stomach. Gasping I could feel my life fade away, I took one last look to see that Joshua had been ran through, his lifeless body laid crumpled on the cold bloody ground. I could hardly recognize the scream of terror that escaped my lips before I felt my life leave my body. Draven.

Katherine Harrington “Her blood pressure is dropping!” The shout tore through the darkness like lightning. I tried to open my eyes, but my body wouldn’t listen. Everything felt heavy, like I was trapped underwater. Voices blurred around me. Machines beeped rapidly somewhere near my head. “She’s losing too much blood. Stop the procedure!” “We can’t,” another voice said nervously. “The beta’s daughter needs it!” Pain exploded in my side again, sharp enough to drag a broken sound from my throat.

I pulled out my phone, my hands shaking as I dialed 911. When the ambulance came, I told them he was my cousin. It was the only way they let me stay. At the hospital, he passed out. They said he needed blood. Mine matched. I gave it. I sat there all night, dozing in a plastic chair, my head foggy, my arms heavy. When I woke up… he was gone. No name. No thank you. Nothing. I spent my last dollars trying to save a stranger. And I had no idea—

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

Once I'm in place he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat as I start stacking papers and flipping open the history book. I am all too aware of the shifter next to me. He's so close I can smell him. Mint and honey flood my nose, it's so overwhelming my head pounds in protest. I take my glasses off again sighing as I massage my temples. "Damn migraines." I whisper to myself.