Blood Rain 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"No! No! No-not the blood moon. " She shook her head vigorously and proceeded to rush inside, but something liquid dripped on her body, and she glanced at her arm only to see red fluid on her arm. She screamed and wiped it off her body. "The rain of blood." She clutched her body and shut her eyes. But just then, cries from people began to echo in her ears, and she turned around only to see the cracks on the ground becoming bigger, causing some of the people to fall into the space it created.

"She didn't know who the sender was, but she was told that you do." Raziel frowned before taking the paper from him. He straightened it, but what he saw made his brows to furrow even more. Lorenzo turned alert. He didn't see what was written, but he had a feeling that it was not something pleasant. The maid that gave it to him even seemed scared. The person that had given it to her must have scared her. Raziel said what was written in red, or maybe it was blood was; "BLOOD WILL RAIN."

Taken from far away, probably by someone with a telephoto lens who shouldn’t have been there. He’s on a balcony. In a wheelchair. His face is turned away from the camera but I can still see enough. He looks like a ghost. Like someone who’s already dead but doesn’t know it yet. I did this. My brother did this. I close my eyes, and I can see it. The crash. The sirens. Lily’s face on the news. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper. My voice breaks. I don’t know if I’m apologizing to him or to Lily or to myself.

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

Deliberate. Mia. I step back and look at it, heart pounding, mouth dry. “Blood still counts,” I say quietly. And then I start planning how to burn everything down.

Someone is tearing them down. I wipe the demon blood from my knuckles, its heat still pulsing against my skin. Rain finally begins—a cold drizzle that slicks my hair to my forehead. I tilt my face up, let it burn away the stink, but it doesn’t touch the fury coiling inside me.

I nodded my head doing a mental check on all the things I needed to do before leaving, I need my bags, and a shower, I could still smell the blood. The car came to a stop in front of a building, it was an abandoned cabin surrounded by nothing but trees for miles, it had broken windows, and a huge sign with red paint splattered all over it, that looked almost like dried blood, on the one intact window, the fake blood wrote ‘GET OUT’ a mark in the front that almost looked like a gash.

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

she said. “That is not an answer,” I spat, my knuckles white as I gripped the bottle. “I saw someone in there… people don't turn into puddles of neon ink. My late wife is dead, and yet I just saw her. She frightened Rain so much that she lost consciousness and this... thing... was trying to get to her. Give me a name. Give me a reason.” She remained unmoved. “For now, whoever is using that blue blood cannot function anymore. The link is severed. You have nothing to worry about - ever.”

It looked as if the sky were bleeding. A layer of transparent mist appeared around Ding Hao, blocking all the blood rain. No raindrops had fallen on his body. Ding Hao was extremely amazed. He slowly reached out his hand, and the raindrops fell on his palm. It seemed that there was a pool of crystal blood on his palm. The blood rain contained a strong bloody smell. The bloody smell that Ding Hao had smelled before was exactly the same as this one. Flash! A streak of crimson lightning split the void. Half of the sky was lit up in an instant.