Blood Rain Book Novels & Stories

She chuckled to herself, wondering why the authors bothered with such misleading names. One particular book caught her eye - 'Blood Lust'. Raven couldn't help but roll her eyes at the title, feeling annoyed at the lack of originality. "Might as well give the writers of these books a Nobel prize for nice book titles," she grumbled under her breath as she opened the book. The first picture she came across made her pause. It was a disturbing image of a man with his head buried deep in the neck of a woman who was sitting down, with blood dripping from her neck.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

But what made it different from the other books, was the ominous feeling that creep through my veins each time I held it. Blood. The word came to my head like a message, making me wondered why a demon was asking for blood again. Blood. "Of course." "Of course what?" Lily asked me, and I almost didn't know I muttered out. Without answering her question, I hurried for the dagger that was tucked well and always worn on my lower right leg. Blood. I quickly held the blade and might have caused some screaming and shouting from Lily and Mona once they saw me with a knife. Thrusting the blade to my palm, I waited for the blood to spill on the book. Nothing happened at first, but then the book opened

Raelynn. ‘I have no idea where I am. My surroundings are dark and blurry, the sound of the fall of rain causing my heart to race. I hate the rain. It takes me back to that night. My body feels sticky for some reason. It’s probably the rain. But as I bring my blurred palms to my face a scream echoes in the silence. Blood. I…I am covered in blood. My breathing becomes more labored, like a hand is wrapped around my throat refusing to spare me a second of air. I don’t feel pain anywhere. Whose blood is this?

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.

Blood dripped from her hand onto the book and when that happened, the sky went red, red as blood. I have read about this before when I was younger. Lila was about to perform blood magic.

Yet so familiar that it shattered the wall I had been holding up. “Hello? Harriet.” The moment I heard my brother’s voice, tears poured down my face. “Bro…” I managed only a single word before my voice broke. When I carried the burden of three lives on my shoulders, I did not cry. When I was diagnosed with leukemia, I did not cry. When I discovered I had been deceived, I did not cry. Even when the last drop of blood left my body, I did not cry. Now… Now I could hear my brother’s voice.

If you want better food or a nicer caregiver…" I paused. "You'll have to earn it yourself. Maybe fold some blankets for the staff. Or tell your roommates a joke. "Just like you used to make me do." The door closed, cutting off his cries. I walked out of the nursing home and opened my umbrella. Rain hammered against it, loud and steady. I sent one final message to Brian's old number, even though I knew he would never see it. [Thanks for taking that dirty money with you. You took his last bit of hope, too. Hope you and your girlfriend are happy in hell.]

Sophia's Pov The rain kept coming down in sheets, heavy and unrelenting, turning the grease and dirt of the alley into a slick, mirror-like surface. Every time Will tightened the medical tape around the improvised splint, a white-hot flash of agony shot straight up my arm to my shoulder. My vision blurred around the edges, but I forced myself to keep my eyes glued to Dante. His face was ghostly pale against the wet dark fabric of my jacket, his breathing shallow and rapid.

“This isn’t the original one.” “What do you mean?” “The original book disappeared decades ago.” “So... this is just a copy?” “One of the few remaining actually.” He opened the book slowly. Most of its pages had faded with time. Some had been torn away entirely. Others were covered with stains that looked disturbingly like dried blood. Serafina felt an odd ache in her chest. As though she had seen this book before. But still, it feels impossible for her. Darius turned several pages. “This kingdom was called Blood Moon.”