Blood Rock 100 Novels & Stories

It would be embarrassing for her if she trips and everyone notices. Rojean nodded her head, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tried her best not to look scared even if she was petrified on the inside. ‘This is the underground industry I’ve heard of.’ she thought to herself whilst she fixed the mask on her face. ‘Black market? Drugs? Sei’s involved with the people here?’ “You’re doing good.” said Krister who was trying to make her less nervous. “Back straight.” ‘Is it really fine that I don't talk?’ Rojean asked herself with a frown on her face as she straightened her back. She was never this posh looking in her entire life and you really couldn’t blame her for attempting and wanting t

Because when Dominic Blackwood lets you in… you hold on. No matter how dark it gets.

“But I was hoping that you might be able to help me with something.” “Anything for such a beauty,” he says. Men are so easy. Show them a great pair of tits, offer a soft smile, and hint that something more might happen and you have them eating out of the palm of your hands. I lean forward and keep my voice low as if I was sharing a secret, “I need a bit of information about someone who goes by the name of Bob.” The bartender hesitates, clearly nervous as his eyes dart around. I keep my gaze relaxed and innocent. His eyes narrowed briefly before he cleared his throat. “Seems that old Bob is very popular today. You know…THEY don’t want anyone knowing anything specific especially wolves.”

the rich timber of his voice washed over me like a tidal wave as I looked up at him transfixed. "Lock the place up, we're going to eat and then you'll go back to school." For a moment his words seemed to float around my mind aimlessly until three particular words touched down and everything else snapped into focus. Lock, eat, school. "You want me to lock up, why?" "I don't know if you've noticed Rose, but it's almost six. If you don't lock up now, then when?"

The twisted image of the skeletal corpse with its hollow sockets and its damned gold ring was already stuck Rosy's mind. She shoved him away, harder than she thought she could, her strength coming from the sudden anger she felt. “What is that?” she demanded, her voice sharp and breathless. She pointed one trembling finger at the carcass behind him. Sergio didn’t flinch. “You weren’t supposed to see this.” “But I did.” She pointed toward the skeleton again, voice rising. “Tell me who that is.” He sighed and crouched by the body, brushing dirt from the fabric clinging to the ribcage.

“Tell me where.” He breathed once, steadying. Then he drew it for her with words. “The fog shelf falls off the ridge like a white river,” he said, gesturing east. “We’ll move high where it thins but not so high the ash gullies eat our ankles. There’s a scent path only the old make—iron and wild rosemary. Follow it when you can. Ignore it when you can’t.” “And the standing stones.” “Black rock, taller than a man, set crooked like broken teeth in a jaw,” he said. “The ground around them hums. You’ll feel it in your feet.”

Shawn opened his mouth to speak the final words, ready to ask her again the life changing question. But just then, something went terribly wrong. As the word left his lips, his voice suddenly slurred, sounding heavy and strange. Shawn froze. A sudden, violent wave of heat began running through his entire body, starting from the center of his chest and spreading down to his veins like molten lava. An unexpected, overwhelming desire washed over him with the force of a tidal wave. It wasn't just a normal romantic feeling, it was a dark, raging fire that completely consumed his thoughts in a fraction of a second.

But the vanguard wasn't done giving them a taste of highland fury. High up on the Spine, the dust from the rockslide had barely begun to drift when a chorus of terrifying, blood-chilling howling ripped through the canyon. It wasn't the sound of a few stray beasts—it was the unified roar of a sovereign pack ready to tear the throat out of their oppressors. Garick stepped to the absolute lip of the ridge, his massive lupine form a terrifying silhouette against the gray dawn. He let out a deep, echoing roar that vibrated the very air in the canyon, and then he leaped straight over the edge.

How could I think like that towards Haidyn whom I had much to be grateful for? "Tell us another story!" A younger girl with blonde hair scraped back into two pigtails had begged, slipping her hand into Haidyn's, "I love hearing you talk. Your voice is so pretty." I felt a sudden sharp pain on the left side of my chest. All the emotions that I had been bottling up since the previous night suddenly poured out in one immense, tsunami-like action. I stood there and sobbed. I sobbed so hard that my shoulders were shaking irrepressibly and that my legs gave way, making me crash onto the floor in an undignified heap.

She wiped the tears out of her eyes before standing up. "Dinner will be done in an hour or so." She smiled once again before leaving the room. I got up from the bed, walking over to the window again, I stumbled back in shock to see that a tall, young man stood outside. He had his back pressed against a black porshe and his hands on his hair,seemed he was talking on the phone. He had raven black hair and wore black slacks with a black buttoned down shirt, his sleeves were rolled up so you could see the well built biceps that adorned his cute body.