Blood Rain 2 Novels & Stories

he exclaimed angrily, remembering that he had left his gun in Alex's car last night. While Liam was busy looking for something else to use as a weapon, one of the female vampires smiled sarcastically and jumped from the roof of the car towards the windscreen. She broke the glass with her claws and tried to grab Liam with her hands. Liam was startled and dodged to the side. He felt a shard of glass pierce his skin, which of course made Liam bleed. "Shit!" Liam shouted as he saw the female vampire sniffing greedily at his blood, then opening her mouth wide to bite his neck.

Ignoring the pain, I stab myself in the stomach knowing it would soon be over. I start to feel light-headed, so I strip to my underwear and step into the bathtub. Water laps around the corners of the bath tub when I do this. I close my eyes, my strength quickly going down drain. The water in the tub turns a bright shade of red and black dots begin to cloud my vision as my body becomes heavier. I close my eyes, feeling the lack of oxygen finally getting to me. A slow smile curves my lips and just as I'm about to give up, the bathroom screen doors slide open and Raina runs in screaming my name.

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

"Thomas, please. Do you really think someone like me would ever choose someone like you?" Fifteen years ago, Thomas Santos swapped his newborn daughter with the child of the woman who broke his heart. Her name was Victoria and since high school, Thomas had always had a strong obsession towards her and after he had his heart broken by her, he sought revenge by all means. His daughter Kiara grew up in a mansion with everything she could ever disguised as Victoria's daughter while Victoria's real daughter Ivy grew up in poverty, beaten and abused by Thomas, the man who was supposed to be her father. Now the girls turned fifteen and happened to study at the same high school. When Thoma

Blood. I could feel his heart under my palm. It was fluttering. It felt like a bird that was tired of flying. Across the clearing, Rain was screaming. Four guards were pinning him to the ground, his face pressed into the mud. "River! No! Get up! River!" But River didn't look at him. He looked at me. For one second, his eyes cleared. The light in them was fading, turning from bright blue to a dull, foggy grey. He reached up. His bloody fingers brushed my cheek. He left a red streak on my skin.

he whispered before Alex pulled the trigger. As Diego crumpled to the floor, Alex stood over him, chest heaving with exertion. The battle was won, but the war was far from over. The rain continued to fall in relentless sheets as Alex stood alone in the dimly lit warehouse, the echo of gunfire still ringing in his ears. The battle was over, but the cost was high. Blood stained the floor beneath his feet, mingling with the slick wetness of the rain. His own blood, his men’s blood—Diego’s blood. The scent of death was overpowering, thick in the air.

Quenten Yilmaz: Blood. Violence. Gut-wrenching, paralyzing screams. They follow me everywhere, including in my sleep. It’s like a reel of snippets flashing before my very eyes. Splatters of blood paint the walls. Screams of terror intertwine and become a single, continuous harmony of devastation that rings in my ears. Flashing balls of light ignite in the dark as illuminated bullets slice through the air, hitting everything in their path. Men drop to the ground swiftly, followed by a hush of silence.

Blood seeped from her wound, staining the floor a vivid scarlet, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. My world shattered. I dropped to my knees, my arms enveloping Zyra's fragile form, her lifeblood seeping through my fingers. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, intermingling with the raw scent of fear and despair. It was a scene etched into my memory, a portrait of helplessness and fractured bonds.

It wasn’t water. It was red. Scarlet droplets splattered against her cloak, the ruined walls, the cracked stones at her feet. Thick and warm and metallic. Nyxar cursed, drawing her closer. “Blood rain,” he muttered. “A sign of waking.” Lyra tilted her head to the sky and her pulse stumbled. High above, something moved behind the clouds. A shape too vast to name. Not formed of flesh or wing or smoke, but intention. A pressure against the world itself.

I mean, even I’m not as I portray myself, I’m far calmer online than the real me… Sighing, I glance out at the pouring rain. How the hell did the weather get so bad? Urgh, dumb rain! I’m driving along when suddenly something slams into the back of my car, the sound of the crunch of metal and shattering glass, makes me slam my foot on the brakes. I turn my head sharply as Malevolent jumps up, hissing. The smell of blood fills my nose, my stomach sinking when I clearly see the colour of blood, even in this heavy rain, alongside what looks like a human body…