Blood Over Bright Haven Fanart Novels & Stories

“No deals. No favors. Not like that.” “He owes me. It wouldn’t be shady—” “Javi. Please.” He didn’t argue. He never did. After he left, I lay down on the old couch in the living room. I wrapped myself in a thin blanket and stared at the cracked ceiling. Thunder rolled in the distance. The rain had started again. My phone buzzed. A message from my boss at the diner. “Emergency. Clean Club Rosario. Extra cash. Midnight.” Midnight? I looked at the time. 11:32 p.m.

Rough hands shoved me into the stone wall, the impact ripping the air from my lungs. Claws raked across my arm, burning hot. I cried out, my necklace flaring with light as blood welled against her skin. Becca’s laugh was cruel, sharp. “Guess the freak bleeds like the rest of us.” The pain was white-hot, but deeper than that—something inside me stirred, a dangerous swell of power threatening to burst free.My vision blurred. I could hear the pulsing of blood.

He thought about even in the dark as a phrase and what it described accurately. He texted Damien: Scarlett posted fan art. Damien: I saw it. Lennon: Even in the dark, Someone drew us and captioned it even in the dark. Damien: I know. Lennon: I am going to be thinking about that for a while. Damien: So am I. Lennon looked at his phone. He looked at the fan art again. He thought about a stranger drawing two people on a dark campus path and choosing that caption. It was not forbidden or secret or any of the words that had been attached to this from outside. Just: even in the dark.

'No matter how evil you are, Elixier my love, I'll always love you' I'm a black canvas. A paper pure white. And yes, I wanted to have color. I wanted somebody to paint me. Elixier did. But instead of coloring me with paint, he painted me with blood. Well I don't regret letting him do that. Red is a powerful color. Red stands out. Red is fierce. But fire is also red. That if it burns you, you'll turn black. Life is meaningless without him. I'd rather burn myself in the color of red in the flames as long as I'm with him, than be safe as a colorless canvas.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

"I want to go home!" One of the hoods moves as a council member signals something to someone on my right. I turn in time to see broad shoulders too close to have time to run. The light flickers upon a silver blade. My mouth opens to scream in dismay, but nothing comes out. Why? As I touch my throat, my fingers are bathed in a warm, thick liquid. A fine line along my neck ignites a pang of pain. I raise my hands only to discover they are painted in red. My muscles aren't mine to control anymore. My body falls to one side, blood pumping out of my neck as I suffocate and choke.

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."

I'm more nervous. “W-What's going on? W-Why did it go around me?” I nervously asked Xenon. "Don't be afraid, Gabria. That's the white light I'm talking about," I heard the Headmistress say. The light slowly covered me until all I could see was white. I looked around but what I saw around me was white. "Hello? Is there a human vampire here?” I asked while still looking around. I was surprised when there was something like red and black in the same bubble. It comes closer to me so I back away.

{ Vynetta } I took the deepest breath I could manage and prepared myself. I knew I could hold my own, but there were quite a few men waiting inside for me and I needed to be grounded and calm to fight while also using my abilities. As soon as I stepped through the entrance to Haven I saw 3 men. They looked me up and down and as their eyes filled with amusement and lust it spiked my anger which in turn I used against them.

Mira could also smell the metallic odor of blood. Inside was an arena full of Badbloods, filling every seat. The ground was stained with red blood mixed with dust. Above the northern part of the stadium was like a throne. An enormous seat made with rocks and wood and touched with delicate designs and patterns. Seating on it was Leni who was looking at them with a huge smile painted on her beautiful face. They walk across the stadium toward Leni and the crowd growled in excitement. Mira could hear strange sounds below the benches. Lined at the base were like cages and Mira saw a flash of scarlet eyes in it. Her heart suddenly kicked hard against her chest. A Reaper?