Blood Over Bright Haven Audiobook Novels & Stories

She thought they could clear their debts. It pains her any time she remembers that her family almost paid off the debt. It was remaining just a little, and yet they were heartlessly murdered... "Luciana." Raziel's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. He had an idea what was going through her mind. "I told you my blood can heal." He then pulled her closer, and bit his wrist until it began to bleed. "Drink. I know it's not as pleasing to humans as it is to us, but it will help heal your scars."

Alex POV The fair was… for lack of better words loud. Louder than what I expected, everything was so fucking loud these days, my body has not felt like my own ever since I fought that mass of meat, I feel a buzzing under my skin like a thousand flies had laid eggs beneath my skin and they were ready to hatch. On some occasions the rare ones where I wasn’t driving I scratched the itch hard enough to draw blood, but instead of the flies, maggots and eggs I expect to fly out I was just met with a dark red and the sweet metallic scent of blood , the wound wouldn’t even

Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing. "She already wired the funeral money and still won't admit it." "That really sounds like Lydia's voice. How cruel! Three people are dead because of her!" "The world has gone mad. She was speeding, and she's blaming the victims for the accident? I saw the video. She hit them before they even stepped on the crosswalk!" I turned to Maeve. "You told me the car was scraped and asked me to transfer ten thousand for repairs. How did it become funeral money? Besides, I've been sick the past few days—that voice is clearly edited!"

“Different good, I hope? I’ve been… uh… working on my, you know, vibe.” He leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Your ‘vibe.’” “Yes! You know. More approachable. Less… uh…” I gestured vaguely at my face. “Intimidating?” That earned me a very faint smirk—gone almost as soon as it appeared. “Hmm.” The sound he made was not comforting. Servants moved quietly around the hall, pouring deep red liquid into goblets. One set a glass in front of me, and I froze. Blood.

A blood-dripping arm was hanged out from the front window. Brianna ran over to another side of the road and her eyes popped out. Handsome .... She thought but again his painful voice rang in her ears. "Please help me!!!" His voice was cracking like his lips. His handsome face was now covered in blood and his teeth were chattering. "Oh, God!" Brianna covered her mouth with her palms. "Sir you are bleeding. Wait I will call for help." Brianna looked around for help but found no one. "Help me out of here," Satan said as if he was having difficulty in breathing.

“The One God isn’t listening to you. But someone else is. I can cure your brother. But if I do, you’re going to leave the Van Helsings, do you understand?” He dragged in a breath - hope battling against suspicion. “Why are you covered in blood?” He asked, his eyes going to the staircase and a frown pinching his eyebrows together. He knew that he should finish drawing his gun, that he should yell for backup… but if she could do what she claimed… “What’s going on, Devon?” The weeping brother had made his way up the aisle to stand behind Heath, his hand resting on his weapon. “What the fuck?” He exclaimed as he took in Aislen and Heath’s blood-smeared bodies. “Who are these people?”

Bright blood spilled instantly. Pain ripped through me like a live wire. My vision blurred at the edges. I was seconds from blacking out. The comments exploded— [Heidi's actually insane.] [I'm starting to feel bad for Rowan... He seriously looks clueless.] [Rowan, just say something! Lie if you have to!] I opened my mouth, but only broken breaths came out. "I... didn't..." Bright blood spread across the white sheets. Heidi's hand stayed locked around my wrist like a vise.

Survival. Fifth cup this morning. And it’s just 7:00 a.m. I think I’m losing it. I shove the empty glass aside, grip my car key and briefcase, and head out of the penthouse. The city is too bright. The drive to H&V is a blur of traffic and half-formed thoughts, all circling the same maddening thing— Her blood. The fact that I couldn't hold in another person's blood, especially Morgan's, after marking her.

He helped him stand up. When the man stood up, I noticed his eyes. Ash… a Proxas. The vampire with the ability to fly. The two of them were still talking but I couldn't hear them because they were quite far from us. But, I saw the man smile at Craven and then fly towards the auditorium. The women still didn't leave here as they stared at Craven and squealed softly. Why hasn't he left yet? He was still standing there and looking at the man who shouted earlier until he entered the auditorium.

“You’re way too calm about this.” Lucien shrugged. “I’ve lived several centuries. Eventually you stop being surprised by miracles.” I snorted softly. “This feels less like a miracle and more like the beginning of something complicated.” Lucien smiled faintly. “Most miracles are.” The vault pulsed again, soft, steady and alive. And somewhere beyond the Haven…Far beyond the mountains… The supernatural world remained completely unaware that something extraordinary had just begun. Because deep beneath the Haven of Shadows…The blood itself was learning. And the heir inside me had only just begun to listen.