Blood Red Love Novels & Stories

Damien began, his voice cutting through the crackle of the hearth, "it seems only fitting we share a drink to celebrate. Or perhaps... to mourn our lost freedom." He stood up, smoothly navigating the space between the hearth and a sleek, dark-wood bar cart in the corner. He didn't use his cane this time, his hand lightly tracing the edge of the mantle, then the back of a chaise lounge, acting the part of a man relying on tactile memory. Avery watched him closely. His movements were incredibly fluid, almost too graceful for someone living in complete darkness. "What are we drinking?" Avery asked, keeping her distance. "A vintage Cabernet," Damien replied, his back to her as he poured the deep

(Kelly laughs) Beautiful morning bestie, hmmm, someone is in a good mood…spill! So you remember the guy I was talking to at the club, uhmm, yeah, well, he phoned this morning and said he will want to see me again, and asked if we could go out tonight and I said okay. Oh! Yeah, so don't wait up, 'cause mama is feeling lucky tonight. Yeeeeepe! You're such a nasty girl Ashley. Well, I hope you have a wonderful time with… with what? His name? Oh crap! I don't recall, well...who cares! (Ashley makes her way out of the room singing) (The next day…)

The day had barely begun, yet the sun was sneering from above. Professor Brown Sanders wiped his forehead with a bandanna and stared at the damp spot in the center of the fabric. Of all the colors he could have chosen that day, it had to be green. Green, like the canopy of leaves blocking the sun every now and then. Green, like the dense undergrowth weaving through the forest floor, carpeted by thick sludge of mud, rotting plants, and the droppings of God only knows what. With every step he took, the snake-like vines seemed to move, determined to launch him face-first into the putrid forest floor of the A****n rainforest.

The Story Begins… There was a time in the past when werewolves and witches had interceptions among each other in the same land. However, a mutual hatred had emerged from a different angle of the world as to who was the greatest. This caused a huge unsettlement yet it was not so in San Antonio, they interrelated but they did not interbreed, as it was seen as an abomination. Queen Lorelai held a candle in his hand and walked to her secret room while chanting some words. When she got there, she lightened up a mini fire which she fueled with a chicken's intestine.

“I am a mix of everything for you. All my emotions are like beads of a necklace arranged on a common string of love and wildness… so even my hatred will always have love to its core for you…” Both of us panted, catching our breaths as we peered at one another. He looked at me as if he couldn’t believe what I said. “Even when I am drenched in blood?” he tilted his head slightly. I nodded once. “Yes. Even when blood is all I can see on you, I think I’ll love you.” “This crimson color will stay with me forever. It’s not a color that can be washed off,” he said, gulping hard. I nodded.

Richard turns and then grasps his sword, pulling it out, his eyes raised. He scoured the environment, waiting for any slight, strange movement. It was then he caught her blurry, insanely fast figure. She grabbed his neck pushing him against a tree. Her eyes totally black, she bled black tears, just like how Annabelle did. Her dark hair covered by a red veil, matching her red gown. Richard tried to move his hands, but they wouldn't budge. He was temporarily paralysed. " Shhhhhh," she whispered. Richard could feel his strength eluding him. His sight became hazy and his legs could no longer carry him, he fell unconscious.

It read : Red happens to be one of my favourite colours because blood is red. I love seeing blood being poured on the surface of the earth and how it sinks into the ground. I'm out for blood...... not just anyone's blood but the one that flows through the body of your precious mate. Tick Tock. The clock is ticking and the days are nearing. Make your decision quickly because you only have six days to go. ______________________________________________ Hey

Blood, light, and love — three fused, writing the last legend of the blood city. Deep underground, as Azrael’s seal closed, a whisper — Evelyn’s memory fragment: “When blood stops flowing, love remains.” Lucien smiled, knowing it illusion. He held her tight in the red sea — and for the first time in centuries, Valenfort had a dawn — not of light, but of reborn crimson.

gone. "I need you. I can't do this without you. None of us can. Please my love..." Red droplets fell from my eyes onto her skin. A stark contrast flourishing. There was no more life running through those cheeks. No more colour besides the drop I had left. She was gone and I could do nothing to change that. There was no getting her back.

I begged my father to leave his seclusion and save that werewolf. I had grown up around medicinal herbs, and my blood had special properties. But I was human, and the one he needed to save was a werewolf. Only a child born from a human and a werewolf, carrying my bloodline, could provide the cardiogen he needed. I begged my father again, this time to let me marry Lesley. And because of that, Gloria met Eddie and was fooled by his sweet talk, too. Thinking back, after the weddings, both men were always busy. Even when they came home, everything felt like a routine.