Blood Rain 2 Novels & Stories

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

The rain had picked up again by the time Alice left Mira’s house, turning the streets into slick mirrors that reflected the gray sky above. She pulled her jacket tighter, the damp fabric clinging to her skin like a second layer of regret. Her arm was fully healed now, the scratch from the wolf nothing more than a faint pink line that itched when she thought about it too much. But the real pain wasn’t in her flesh—it was deeper, twisting in her chest where Liam’s goodbye still echoed, where Kane’s warning lingered like a promise she wasn’t sure she wanted.

Blood drips from my chin, my palms, my ribs. The fifth step glows sickly green. I snarl and slam my torn hand down on it, shoving raw blood and fury into the crack—the stone screeches—a sound like a throat-ripping apart under too much strain. The runes burst. The teeth crack, spitting bone shards across the walls. The entire stairwell heaves—convulsing like a dying animal trying to puke up its own heart. Kael grabs my arm and yanks me upright with bruising force—no comfort, no apology.

Leonard, meanwhile, sat at the head of the table with the men, his voice calm but commanding, like he was orchestrating a symphony only he could hear. Dinner began. Conversation buzzed. I tried to steady my hands as I lifted my glass, pretending the crystal didn’t tremble against my fingers. And then it happened. The wine slipped before I even realized it—scarlet liquid blooming like blood across the lap of Bianca Moretti, the wife of the rival boss himself. The hall stilled. Forks paused mid-air. “Oh God….” I reached for a napkin, mortified, but Bianca caught my wrist before I could dab at the spreading stain.

Dear Reader, Thank you for being an amazing reader of my work. Please vote for BLOOD BATH (Full Moon) and also drop a review. Let me know your thoughts. Warm Regards, ❤️ Pinkie Alaha. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE. Trainor stepped forward with his gun pointing at Zain! "Put the gun down, Dad!" Megan yelled, her gaze fixed on the gun. "You might hurt yourself!" Zain stood still, relaxed and unbothered.

Rainwater ran red down the cracked pavement. Evelyn Vale pressed one hand against her side and stumbled through the alley, every breath scraping raw inside her chest. Her fingers were slick beneath the torn edge of her jacket. Blood, rain, grime—she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began anymore. Behind her, something screamed. Not human. Not anymore. The sound bounced between the brick walls, thin and starving and wrong, followed by the wet slap of feet through puddles.

I ran toward the treeline framing the outer fence, my bare, bloody feet slipping on the rain-slicked gravel. *Run, Elara! Don't look back! Run!* Behind me, the storm exit slammed open again. Heavy boots hit the wet pavement. "Stop her!" The sharp, terrifying *crack* of a rifle shot split the air. The bullet whizzed past my ear, striking the chain-link fence six inches in front of me with a high-pitched *ping*. Splinters of metal nicked my cheek, but the adrenaline surging through my blood buried the pain. *They're shooting. They don't care about the code anymore. They just want me dead.*

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

Devren stops in front of Blood’s room putting the bag of money outside and walks inside the room silently. Blood is laying on the bed sleeping peacefully with his shirt off, Devren walks towards the bed and sits there carefully to not make Blood wake up. His eyes start to tear up as he stares at him and the pain is so visible in his eyes, he touches Blood hair and brushes it with his hand carefully.

However, all of a sudden, Adrian started to stop his footsteps there, and stood with his stiff body right now. Adrian hardened his facial expression there, and subconsciously started blinking his eyelids a few times. It wasn't long before his eyes started to turn slightly metallic in color. Damn, it's the smell of Alexis' blood. What happened to her right now? Is she hurting? Adrian thought to himself, when he realized what had just happened to him. Adrian smelled Alexis' blood there, which suddenly made Adrian's eyes turn into metallic color. And the thirst that he could immediately feel slowly began to fill every part of his body. Adrian tried to catch his breath, to at least quench his th