Blood Over Bright Haven Fanart Novels & Stories

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

Apparently, AB- is the rarest of types of blood, and hers is tempting them greatly. "First, we begin with the common, O+. There are seven tonight and they are little beauties," he says as seven human girls in their underwear are marched on stage. All of them look sad and pathetic to me. But I try to focus for Kraven. He likes blondes and redheads. I bid for the tallest blonde and win her. "Alpha Gunnar, your drink sir," a small voice from beside me says. "Thanks," I mumble I grab the glass and sip. The pleasant burn makes me tilt my head in satisfaction. My anger and unease have practically disappeared now. Kraven was right. I needed a night out and purchasing the vamps has actually put me i

"It is nothing big, honest. i just need one, maybe two, vials of your blood." "What?" Arisa yelled shocked. I couldn't contain my anger. I involuntarily phased into my demon form, albeit just the first stage. "You want me to bargain with my blood?! You know that is the one thing, other than Liz, that I can't give!" "No, not your blood, HER blood." Veronica pointed over to Arisa who looked pale. "What?" I asked shocked. Arron was also rather confused as he looked on and Liz was behind me, clutching the fabric of my pants into her little hands.

Meanwhile within the half destroyed Haven filled with vines which gave out restrained dimmed glows through it's flower as it was difficult for them to grasp the facial features of the creepers around during those time Dryad's Uncle alongside the four hunters still fought against them inside the bedimmed haven, few of the sparkling stones shone in a small portion of the Haven exposing Dryad’s white hair slightly stained with red as he bled from his forehead rolling down his freckled face while he laid on the ground with few tiny debris and sparkling stones on his face with a dent in the middle of the shield, held closely to his chest.

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)

Myron's office…. “Miss Beatrice, I've got to be real with you so you can know what we're dealing with. Her life is on the line right now; she has lost so much blood, and the list we can do to help her now is to do a blood transfusion.” He said as he ignored the fear that was displayed on the face of his patient's aunt. “And the prices of blood pants have increased over the week due to its high demand. You would need to sign this document in the absence of her Dad.” She took the piece of document that was given to her across the table. Signing on every signature-needing space with shaky fingers. She sniffled and wiped out some tears that threatened to wet the papers in front of her.

She spotted Beta Declan by the pool table and approached, hooking his keys out of her back pocket as she stepped down into the room. "I take it my car is still in one piece, Sapphira?" He asked, a slight glimmer in his eye as he chalked his cue. "Yes, Beta. Thank you." She blushed, feeling several eyes turn on her as she dipped her head and handed him the keys. "I think this is the first time I've seen you in here." Gamma Brandon smirked, taking a swig from his drink. "Not one for social gatherings, Sapphira?" The Gamma's mate, Hunter, winked.

Shadows danced across Yoren’s face, blurring the line between light and darkness and making him seem not just an alpha, but something older, stronger and far more dangerous. Then, Eirene realised that perhaps her survival that night hadn’t been a coincidence, but the beginning of something much darker—something she couldn’t escape. Ironically, Yoren confirmed her fear with a single sentence: “I want your blood.” *

I reply. He smiles, but it never reaches the eyes. "We shall see." The doors groan open. Inside, the cathedral is all shadow and echo. Candles flicker in the side aisles, but the nave is dark except for the spill of blue light from the rose window. The mosaic depicts the Sun Father in triumph, arms raised above a field of supplicants. The artistry is exquisite, but the faces are blank, empty ovals. I wonder if the artist ran out of patience, or simply found it too painful to finish.

The night smelled of gasoline, rain, and danger. Isabella Russo sat in the farthest corner of the Velvet Rose, a half-filled glass of wine untouched before her. The stem of the glass was cool against her fingertips, but she wasn’t drinking — she needed her head clear. A single flickering light above her threw her into alternating shadow and glow, as if even the electricity couldn’t decide what to make of her being here. Her father had called this a “meeting.” In their part of the city, that word was just a softer name for trouble. When the Moretti family summoned you, you didn’t get to say no — you just hoped you’d be allowed to leave afterward.