Blood Over Bright Haven Audiobook Novels & Stories

The house was too quiet when Ava rose from her seat near the fire. The embers crackled softly, the only sound in the grand hall. Pale moonlight bled through the stained-glass windows, casting red and violet patterns across the cold stone floor. She pulled her cloak over her shoulders, the fabric whispering as it slid across her skin. She needed air. A hunt. Something to sink her teeth into—literally. Her veins itched with hunger, and the stored blood in the cellar tasted like metal and regret.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

“And Lia? Clean your knuckles. The blood under your fingernails is too careful. Too clean. Real blood stays for days.” She fled into the neon-lit night, the walls of her identity crumbling around her. She had infiltrated the Moretti family. And in doing so, she had been utterly, completely caught. The hunt was on, but she was no longer the hunter. She was the prey on a very short, very invisible leash, held by the most dangerous man she had ever met. And the ghost of her sister’s earring seemed to burn in the darkness between them, a silent witness to the devil’s bargain she had just made.

She added and was going to use the remote but I snatched it from her. “What's so cool about that? Is it that so cool to be dead after being bitten by that thing. And besides, don't listen such a false news. There is no such thing exist. You're probably crazy.” I shook my head. She really need some help with her mental health. By the way, she's Elisa. My closest friend. “Didn't you hear the news that the woman had a bite on her neck?” She asked. So what? I don't believe that.

* *Finally,* I send back. The applause starts from the progressive Elders and then spreads, which is something I didn't expect. Even Elder Crane brings his hands together twice before he stops. It's not approval exactly. It's acknowledgment. The recognition that something finished here that needed finishing. "Questions about the prophecy remain," Vera says when the applause settles. "About Haven and children like her. About what Blood Convergence was designed to do and what it means that it failed. This chapter ends. Another begins." I look at the valley below, the empty ritual site, the vehicles that went nowhere. I think about Haven at home with Sage, her hands learning to hold the Greymoo

"You drank it, my blood, pure vampire blood. Now you are part of the Haltz Clan and my right hand." Al immediately wiped his mouth roughly, "Why are you being so arbitrary!?" he said annoyed. "Oh yeah...? That's just how I am," he replied coldly. #to be continued in Chapter 3.1 - Ignored

"Seek the Heart, protect the Haven. But be warned, for the shadows of the past are not just memories. They live, they watch, and they hunger for the Heart's return." As the echoes of the Old One's voice faded away, we were left in stunned silence, the weight of our destiny pressing down on us. The lost Heart of the Haven was not just a relic; it was the key to the survival of our world. And somewhere, in the depths of the Veiled Haven or beyond, it awaited — as did the shadows that once sought its power. The race to find the Heart had begun, and with it, a journey that would challenge the very core of our bond and destiny.

I see Sebastian, his eyes sparkling as he frolics with our children, their giggles echoing around us. But then, everything shifts. I notice blood dripping from Sebastian’s chest, the bright red stark against his skin. My heart drops, and I try to scream, to call out his name, but no sound escapes my lips. I try to run to him, but I’m stuck, frozen on the ground, unable to move. Just when I think I might drown in despair, a bright light pierces through the darkness. It’s blinding, and I squint, trying to focus on what’s happening.

Seconds later, Jay slides into the driver’s seat and sends a quick glance over his shoulder; “Don’t worry, Miss Amani. The boss will be back soon.” “I bloody hope so. He has some explaining to do!” I snap back. True to his words, almost twenty minutes later, when I’m almost becoming impatient, the door swings open and Bhyron climbs into the car, bringing in the scent of expensive cologne… and blood. I’m about to give him a stern talking to when the tangy scent of blood wafts into my nostrils. I pause and look at him closely, then my eyes widen in horror when I see the blood on his chest.

When the light disappears, my body can no longer feel pain, only warmth. "One good news, one bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Sarnus asked as he withdrew his hand and looked at Noah and me. "Bad news." Klopp and I answered at the same time. "Well, the good news is that your child will awaken to the natural power of the Bloods, and he can outlast any Blood, including me." Sarnus said to us. "We were just trying to hear the bad news." Noah had a helpless look on his face.