Novel & Cerita Blood Over Bright Haven Audiobook

My body lay on the floor, hand still on my stomach, dried blood at my lips. No one had noticed. My family was gathered around Vivian, laughing and crying, Rowan holding her as if she were the only soul in existence. So this is death? Then why hasn’t my soul faded away? Then, all at once-light. For a heartbeat, there was nothing. Then, a voice. It seemed to ripple through the stars themselves. “Aurora Hart.” My breath caught—if breath even existed anymore. The brilliance softened, folding into a gentle glow, and through it I saw her.

I screamed, feeling on the verge of losing my mind. Blood was dripping from my fingers, but I didn't even feel the pain as I gripped the blade. Mom didn't even glance at my injury. She nodded firmly. "Yes!"

My shoulders straighten anyway. “Even now you are alive,” I say to myself. “That must count for something.” Once I get out of the house, the small hallway is stenched with old cooking oil and mildew. My neighbour, Carmen, opens her door even as I pass by. When people expect bad news, they look at one with a concerned face, which is what she does. “Oh, Drina,” she says, in a low voice. “Did you not hear the sirens last night?”

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 "𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑..... 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛..... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘..." Katherine That organ in my body that pumps blood and keeps my whole blood warm somersaulted and I took a step back. Alexander Tyrone leaned on the door in all his glory.

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing.

She wanted to scream but no voice will come out on her mouth. Then the Badblood raised her arm and put it on Rila's shoulder. Her touch was ice cold and then the world vanished again, devoured by darkness. The light came back in a second and she found herself standing on the village ground. It took her eyes a few moment to clear her vision. The Badblood girl was gone and everything around her was in flames and smoke. All the cabins were burning and dead bodies scattered on the bloody ground. Everyone were crying and running but there was no sound she could hear.

The house didn’t feel like mine anymore once the gunfire stopped. Declan’s men moved through the estate with brisk, practiced efficiency, zip-tying the guards who were still breathing, calling for a cleanup crew, sweeping every room for anything the Ghost might have left behind. I stood in the middle of the foyer, blood — not mine — drying on my knuckles, and tried to remember how to breathe like a person who hadn’t just watched her home turned into a battlefield. “Sera.” Declan’s hand found my shoulder, gentler than it had any right to be given the last ten minutes. “You’re not hurt?”

But where could it be? Her parents didn’t call her that, neither did her relatives, nor Lila Quinn, her best friend. That voice sounded so familiar. Where had she heard it? She felt as though she knew the owner of that voice, yet at the same time, she didn’t. Everything felt as if it were covered in fog. She couldn’t see the flashing images very clearly. Azael, seeing Lynette bruised and injured, scooped her into a princess carry. He turned to Butler Thomas, who was still kneeling in greeting.

Dominic looked at Gage in disbelief. “I only took the heads and two bags of blood. That Haverley snores like a fucking broken tractor. I walked right into his room, lifted the covers and placed the pig’s head between his legs and soaked the area with the pig’s blood. Halden was still awake so I left the pig’s head in his bed and sprayed the blood everywhere over his bed while he was in the shower,” Gage said. The coffee machine beeped and Dominic shook his head. “That sends a message all right.”

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.