Blood Over Bright Haven Audiobook Novels & Stories

She wasn't fully healed yet, so she was still bleeding from the back of her head but her dad didn't care at all as he slapped her hard on her face. He kept hitting her over and over again until there was nothing but weakness written all over Haven's face. He was about to hit her once more when Raven held his hand, stopping him. He raised his head and looked at her. “The ball is in a few hours, let's leave this until we get back". She said and he looked back at Haven before he nodded. “You just wait till we get home tonight”. He said and moved his face so close to Haven's, making her see what true evil looked like.

“ It never truly slept.” She immediately turned away from me walking towards the center of the clearing. This is where the Harttman blood spilled.” she said, standing beside the cracked soil. My mind instantly flashed towards I’ve had overhead days ago the elders whispering something about the course of Hartman. Everything slowly began to align. Just then, Morwenna began to hum a low sound that vibrated through the air, the ground shuddered faintly, and I saw faint, red lines glowing wherever her fingers touched

I cannot hear any words he is saying but as soon as I look over to myself as soon as Zachary puts his hand pressed against me. I see blood. I never thought it would be that dark red.

Blood from my nose had run past my lips and chin, smearing across my cheeks and ears. The front of my shirt had long since lost its original color. It was soaked through with blood. The pool beneath me had spread to Derrick’s shoes, sticky and dark. “Harriet?” Derrick’s voice trembled. He called my name again. “Harriet?” Mom had been celebrating Sheila’s safe return. When she saw Derrick storm toward the storage room, she followed him. The sight before her made her scream. She covered her mouth and staggered back a step. Dad had been comforting the frightened Sheila. After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well.

Her eyes scanned over Axel who squirmed around, not liking the fact that he was taken from his mother’s arms. “ Shhh it’s okay baby… It okay” She smiled at him softly. “ Look, your mum is —”. “ Haven” Alena suddenly cut her off. “ I really need you to prom—". She had barely got those words out when she coughed, blurting out blood without warning. She coughed again, more violent this time causing her whole body to rack due to the force. Thick black blood oozed down the sides of her mouth. “ A— Alena?!” Haven yelled in alarm. “ You don’t say a word please... you just—just hang in there alright? I’ll go get help real quick.”

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.

Violet shouted, her voice growing increasingly strange “At least you can still proudly say you’re the parents of the most beautiful woman in all the packs…” Her triumphant speech was suddenly interrupted. And not because her parents stopped her, or because Noah, Aurora, or Atticus attacked her. No, her words came to an abrupt end because she had a coughing fit. So strong and sudden that her body bent forward, her back arching as her body seemed to try to expel something… But all that came out of her mouth was a gush of blood that covered her in darkness. Dark blood, very dark. Almost black, like…

He said, his voice was trembling. I was getting tired. So tired. I closed my eyes finally. Everything faded and went black. After what felt like a few minutes, I heard voices again. But it was distant and muffled. Like they were coming from under the water. "...blood loss was severe..." "...lucky the blade missed the major artery..." "...another centimeter and she would be dead..." I tried to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. Then I managed to open it a little wider. All I could see was white. Everything was in white, the ceiling, the lights.

Drake’s POV – I stir awake to the faint echoes of battle still humming through the air. The scent of blood clings to the wind, but the fighting is ending—our men and Baylee’s wolves are finishing off the last of the rogues. It doesn’t take long. When it’s over, Ben taps me, and I open my eyes with a groan, blinking as the sunlight hits me full in the face. “Damn, that’s bright,” I mumble, shielding my eyes. Beside me, Dain groans too, clutching his head as the last traces of poison seep from my body. Caron’s potion is working—cleansing, pushing out the darkness.

“Yes, mater. I will serve ye until my last breath.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I pulled my thoughts away from Jones’ past. I only knew this because I’d gone through the history books kept in the cellar, stumbling upon a journal from the time of Grace Bloodsworth. Her tone had sounded regretful as I brushed my hand over the dark red-ink, my eyes eating up the sorrowful words. I knew without a doubt that she had use her own blood to write it.