Blood Rock 100 Novels & Stories

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.

Morning of the twenty-second day. The Central Arena of Blackrock City. This massive circular coliseum, built to hold one hundred thousand people, was packed to the rafters. The stands boiled like a cauldron, flags snapping in the wind, the roar of the crowd threatening to tear the sky apart. The giant fighting stage at its center was paved with solid dark red bloodstone. The blood of every contestant who had died here over the years had seeped deep into the stone, staining it forever.

Someone brought me a white hooded robe, but I refused to collect it. "What is the meaning of this?" I asked as politely as I could manage because I felt hoodwinked at that moment, but I did not want to come off as offensive to anyone. "The Uprising," Janet's mother, Kendra Lawson, said, and I swallowed. She pushed up her chest with pride and looked around her, then cleared her throat to speak. "The Bloods have plagued our lands and oppressed our people for eight years now. It is time to say enough is enough and take back what is rightfully ours," she said, and the other moons hailed her words.

Liquid started to fell from his skin, his blood has stained the floor and it splashes through out the place staining Louise's silvery armour, his sword was dripping over his blood and when he draw back his sword. He looked at his tainted swors and his eye glimpse from the glimmers of a red blood dripping all over it. He was shimmered by an old unattainable feeling, such that thing that has never rusted within him is feeling him with the excitement he will take upon taking back Ethereal.

This life's go no escape, Go hard until I can't see straight, Sunlight burn in' my eyes, How the fuck am I still alive? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa)

“Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.” The phone buzzes again on the desk, another update coming in, and my pulse jumps. I grin. “Move everyone,” I say. “Tonight.” “Rules,” Lena asks. “There are none,” I say. “Only the hunt.” I picture Eli Blackwood boxed in by noise and lights and fragile lives, and my hands curl into fists. “I am not a coward,” I say softly. “And I do not care who dies learning that.”

A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome." Albert entered the room, meeting his eyes was a very strange atmosphere. In the dim light of the white room, a middle-aged man was lying at the far end of the room; in the center of his chest were numerous stab wounds. He lay in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, and inside those eyes were fear and despair. The most striking thing is still

“I know I’m smarter than you at the very least...I’m not really surprised by this shit you’ve pulled, I’ve known for a long time that you’re just a fake undeserving of the love your friends gave you!’ That seemed to rile him up even more, his eyes narrowed into menacing slits and his fingers rolled Rain’s hair before slamming her head repeatedly into the seat in front of her. Rain didn’t have time to recover from the flurry of movements, he slammed her head into the window as well, just repeating the action over and over again until all Rain could hear were the ringing in her ears and the protests of the driver in the front seat. She could faintly hear him say. “I’m not sure he would be happ

My wife, Stella Bentley, was a talented artist who had always been emotionally distant. It took me five long years to finally make her my wife. To be with her, I turned my back on my parents and my family, giving up everything I had to follow her to Varenne. During the day, I washed dishes in the kitchen of a fine dining restaurant. At night, I worked at a bar. I survived on three or four hours of sleep a day, all so I could afford Stella's art supplies and help her open her own studio. But on the day of our seventh anniversary, I decided to divorce her. My personal attorney, Gregory Hicks, had been my friend since childhood. His family had practiced law for generations, with several gen

When I introduced the medicine to Rose, I did a little work on her test results. I turned up the volume of the music, playing from the infotainment system. A little distraction from Kim's death could help. Music. 90’s jam played as I bobbed my head to the beat of the music. The road I took home was shorter to my house, a narrow single road wedged by woods leading to the neighboring city. Quite bumpy, but it wasn't what my hard tires couldn't handle.