Blood Rain 2 Novels & Stories

"What's going on?!" "Get inside," I said. "Now. Lock everything." "But…" "Go!" He listened. I turned toward the woods. And then... it rained. Not water. Blood. Thick drops. Red. Warm. "No way," I muttered, wiping my face again. My fingers came away smeared with dark crimson. It felt thick, like syrup. My shirt stuck to my skin, heavy and soaked. "This... this isn't normal." The air smelled like metal. Like old blood and something rotten.

His eyes locked on the man and he looked down at the blood on the plastic sheet. It was fucking beautiful to look at. His whimpers of pain exhilarated Gage and he tapped the baton against Alejandro’s cheek. “Stay with me, Alejandro. The next part is going to be fun. I’m hoping you’ll really scream this time.” Gage dipped the tip of the baton into Alejandro’s blood on the sheet and grinned as he came to a standstill behind him. He rammed the baton into Alejandro’s anus, thrusting as hard as he could and Alejandro’s whole body arched, his feet leaving the floor as he screamed.

“Blood results. I had your blood tested weeks ago when you saved me that night at Obsidian. You know, the same night you tried to” “Yes. I see they are blood results. I can read perfectly fine. There is no identifying information anywhere in sight. So I am to just blanketly believe this was my blood?” Her tone was cold and aggitated. She was angry. Part of her didn’t believe me. But in all the times I’ve been around her even when she was mad, she didn’t get worked up. She embraced her anger. The way her heart thumped in her chest let me know she was concerned about what I was saying. “I wouldn’t lie to you. You’re a hybrid, Onyx. Half wolf, half vampire. Your mom was” –

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

“Blood” Damien froze, staring at the crimson stain on the wood…

My blood even splattered right on my face. "Please, I'm begging you. Stop playing with me. Just end this!" I said while crying. "And that's what I was supposed to do earlier, but you're the one who wished for this. So don't be mistaken. In fact, I'm just granting you your wish. I'm generous, right?" Raven said with an innocent and sweet voice, while her eyes were obviously filled with bloodlust, which made it even more creepy. This bitch! She's a psycho! Her craziness is on a whole different level. I kept screaming in pain as she continuously stabbed me in different parts of my body. Until I can no longer move even a finger. My eyelids were already getting heavy and I was already losing too

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.

And she… smiled. That crimson drop landed directly on my forehead—hot, searing, like molten iron. I staggered, but my body froze as the pain shifted into something else. It wasn't just a burn—it felt like an engraving. A symbol formed slowly, glowing faintly like embers. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. As if something was being etched into my skin and drilled down to the bone. The sky above the manor grew darker. The blood rain no longer fell at random—it swirled in a pattern that made no sense. Every living creature in the garden fell silent. No birdsong. No rustling leaves. Even the wind held its breath.

It went through to her back and her face contorted in pain. “What’s wrong?” The look of worry on James’ face was instant. A warm gush spilled down her legs. They both looked down. It was blood, soaking her sweatpants. Too much blood. “Fuck,” James said, already scooping her into his arms and rushing downstairs. A distant memory of his stepmother going into early labor flashed through his mind. They’d lost them both that day, Jenna and his baby sister. Wrath never really recovered, never dated again, and kept his relationships to hook-ups only.