Blood Rock 100 Novels & Stories

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.

She instructed and then began the chant. I concentrated on her sweet blood. It was easy to pull it forward she was the only wolf's blood I’ve had in a few centuries. I used the need to burn my throat to coax her to me. The altar began to shine a deep red. Getting my hopes up, I tried to draw her to me. Natalia’s chanting grew louder and more forceful. The light swirled like a tornado while the lights grew in intensity. It abruptly stopped causing dots to cloud my vision. I blink them away trying to see the alter again. I finally get my vision back and the altar was empty. Again!

Chests torn open, hearts missing. “Shit,” I whisper. Someone beat me to it. Behind me—movement. I start to turn— Pain explodes in my skull. I hit the ground, vision spinning. Everything goes fuzzy, dark. I hear a voice—silky and cruel. “The Morningstar will be pleased to finally have his bride by his side.” And then? Nothing. Just black.

16 Years Later -ZOYA- Blood drips from the side of my knuckles, sending a tingling sensation up my arm. I straighten up but immediately wish I hadn't. My vision blurs and I stumble back. "47… 48, 49…" Scarface counts. I have less than 20 seconds left on the clock. Today's challenge was surviving. And so far, I was killing it. I twist to the side, sending a kick flying in the air. My muscles strain with the effort, but I grit my teeth, watching with little relief as my opponent lands on the floor with a dull thud.

"Alexander—" "I said stop." His voice was firm, brooking no argument. He turned to Ragnar. "I agree to your terms. A cup of my blood in exchange for the Moonroot and whatever else is needed to save her mother." Ragnar nodded. "Then we have a deal. My pack will prepare the root. You will provide the blood. When both are ready, you will leave this place and never return." "Alexander." I grabbed his arm, pulling him toward me. "You cannot do this. You are already weak from the silver. You have not fed properly in days. If you lose too much blood—"

Past the edge of the rink. Out through the equipment exit. The arena sat empty at this hour. Just ice, dim overhead lights, and the strange silence hockey rinks carried when nobody was inside them. I was halfway across the equipment corridor when something stopped me cold. A sound. Not from the ice from the far end near the boards. A low groan. I turned instantly. Someone was slumped against the barrier near the rink wall. One arm bent awkwardly beneath him. Dark blood spread slowly across the ice beneath his body.

It was like there was a sudden drop in the temperature and an icy wind burst in, sending shivers over every part of my body. "Wha-" but I didn't get the chance to finish the sentence before Link had shifted and was attacking Blake. Blake, who should have been able to kill him in one swipe, was now lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. I could see that his breathing was laboured and he was barely able to keep his eyes open. This just resulted in me breaking down in tears further while my wolf howled in pain, feeling the connection weakening as Blake's life slowly seeped out of the claw marks on his chest and the out of the gap where Link had ripped his flesh from Blake's side with hi

"What does this have to do with my sister?" "Come here," Liam waved his hand to follow him to the podium, which was located right in the middle of the room. Mila followed him and stood beside him. She saw a white stone, shining brightly and was only as high as Mila's chest. “There is one book that is far more powerful than all the books in this room.” Liam tapped his finger on the white rock in front of them. "That book should be here." "Don't tell me now you are accusing my sister of stealing this book?" Mila narrowed her eyes at Liam.

I don’t like the look on her face. “That was Gabby.” She tells me. “Ok,” I reply. “I am guessing she was the woman here with hottie #1 and hottie #2.” I say to her. “Yes, she is the assistant to Brady, hottie #2. They manage the band Crazy.” Evie explains. I know who that band. They are one of the biggest rock bands. I have been a fan since they released their first album five years ago. I look at her. I am not sure why she is smiling at me.

I could feel it in my bones as we rode closer to the ancient castle. The stone colors in the mountain side changed from a deep brown to a black void. The grass grew darker until it was black in color as we approached the outer castlegrounds. "You're still sure you want to do this?" Gideon asked me, as we approached. I looked at him, and nodded. I was on the seemingly endless search for answers, and I was going to get them. As we got closer to the walls of the outer garden, I could see vines that looked like they were dripping with black ink. I reached out to touch one, only to get my hand slapped down by Gideon. "Don't touch those! You'll be asleep for a century, easily." He told me, realizi