Blood Rain 2 Novels & Stories

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…

Diana’s POV Blood. That was all I could see. The Sovereign’s mouth was clamped on the boy’s throat, his fangs buried deep, lips slick with crimson. The boy’s body dangled lifeless in his grip like a discarded rag doll. Blood streamed in rivulets, mingling with the storm, painting the rooftop tiles in diluted streaks of red, like wine bleeding into water, staining everything it touched. The rain couldn’t wash the horror away. It only spread it, painting the rooftop in streaks of diluted red.

Chapter 20 – The Blood Heart and the Darkness Valenfort — city of blood — now only ash and wind. Across a torn sky, crimson streaks twisted around collapsed towers like colossal veins boiling in their death throes. The rain was no longer water; it was blood-rain, thick, scalding, pouring over half-burned rooftops, mingling with the groans of lingering souls. At the heart of that ruin, Evelyn Cross walked alone. Cloak in tatters, eyes glowing with the dark-red light of the Blood Heart.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)

The Blood-Rain was not a metaphor. It was a physical corruption, a heavy, metallic downpour that stained the world a deep, visceral crimson. As the ten thousand newly awakened Hallowed warriors marched out of the Silver Mines, the sky seemed to be hemorrhaging. Each drop that landed on the skin felt like a needle-prick of sorrow, a cold, cloying reminder of the lives Selene had sacrificed to fuel her ascension.

Taking a deep long breath, I start to walk towards this person, but as soon as I do, the rain starts to fall harder, turning into blood that pours down in torrents, drenching me completely. I press on still, determined, and just as I'm about to see the face of the person, the rain turns into a crimson downpour, covering my eyes in a thick layer of blood. It feels warm and sticky against my skin, and I could feel it weighing heavily on my stomach particularly. I try to scream, but no sound comes out of my mouth. And then, everything goes black.

I have to save Joar, so don't show any fear. The sky is colored red. The old tree trunks blacken. The leaves wither and die. The grass bathes in blood – her blood. Everything is covered in sticky blood: the sky, the sea and the sun are painted red with blood. I'm not going to tell you anything. I have to save Joar, so don't show any fear. Lucifer laughs. Everybody's laughing. Laurin puts her body down in her own blood. No! Help me, Laurin. Help me...

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

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.