Blood Rain Book Novels & Stories

All magic had a signature, even dark magic. As I continued to scan the room, moving through it carefully, I found a single book resting upon an old stone pedestal. The leather was thicker than the others, held together with ebony stitching that looked as dark as the shadows slithering about. Scratched onto the front were the words, “Liber Sanguinis.” Book of Blood... My gut told me this was the book I was looking for. The one that held the spell Kimberly used to bind herself to Jude. It was coated in a thick layer of that tar-like substance.

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC

I screamed, feeling on the verge of losing my mind. Blood was dripping from my fingers, but I didn't even feel the pain as I gripped the blade. Mom didn't even glance at my injury. She nodded firmly. "Yes!"

("Veins, blood, heaven!) The words echoed through the courtyard, amplified by the eerie silence. The red glow above intensified, and suddenly, thick droplets began falling from the sky. At first I thought it was just rain, but then a string metallic smell hit my nostrils. I looked down at my hands, it was stained red! Blood had began raining down upon us, splattering the ground, the pack members, and me. I gasped, shocked by what I was witnessing, color drained from my face and the good I had managed to hold down earlier, was in my throat again. The blood soaked through my gown, pulling me down with its weight. Mary’s chant grew louder, her eyes flashing with an otherworldly energy:

His mouth had moved to his forehead, his eyes reddened, they were held by a single line from the socket. “You don’t learn your lessons, do you?” Then he spun around and threw me at a tree. BANG I coughed up the blood that had formed in my chest from the impact. My heartbeat hammered in my ears. What the hell was this thing? It slowly made its way towards me, opening its gaping maw that led into the darkness and sharpened teeth ready to pierce through its victim. The heat in my chest slowly built up, a heat that was familiar but strange.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

NOTE THAT THIS BOOK IS FICTION. DON'T CONNECT UNREALISTIC DRAMAS/ACTIONS TO REAL LIFE. . It was raining heavily. Loud noises of thunder followed by the strike of lightning. There were several dead bodies on the cold floor. Blood was scattered around on the floor like water. Diana withdrew her gun, seeing that she had executed her intentions as planned. "Burn their bodies". Her voice was threatening like lighting itself. Some parts of her body were covered in blood, her hair swayed backwards caused by the sudden air outburst.

"And not just any uniforms. You’re soaked through with the unmistakable, high-grade mana signature of the upper campus. What could two privileged little nest-lings possibly want with soul-binding reagents?" "We aren't here to browse, Madame," Thalen replied, keeping his voice strictly controlled, though Zeyric could feel a sharp spike of anxiety pinging across their mental tether. "We know a student named Veyron came through here carrying an obsidian blood-dagger and a parasitic mind-charm." Kaelin let out a short, bark-like laugh that echoed off the stone walls lined with dusty apothecary shelves. "Veyron? Oh, the poor boy. He thought he was buying power. He didn't realize he was purchasing

It was raining blood. I woke up drenched in sweat, I checked my alarm clock and it showed me that it is still two in the morning. I rubbed my eyes as I my mind went back to that dream. Blood? It was raining blood instead of rain? In the world of witches, it means something big is about to happen and when I say big, I don't mean the good big. I mean that something very bad is about to happen. Back in the coven, it actually rains blood like literally. Whenever it rains blood in the coven, witches of the high places get to work, like serious work.

I looked down to see my own blood, pooling over the open pages of the book given to me by the sprites, a blade with black diamonds on the hilt and a large deep red ruby sitting inside a metal frame at the base of the handle, protruded from my stomach. Gasping I could feel my life fade away, I took one last look to see that Joshua had been ran through, his lifeless body laid crumpled on the cold bloody ground. I could hardly recognize the scream of terror that escaped my lips before I felt my life leave my body. Draven.