Blood Shades Novels & Stories

I untied Cynthia as I helped her and Baek outside. Clyde lay on the floor, facedown as blood trickled out from his head. I helped him up, thankful as he blinked his eyes, blood coming out a tiny gash above his upper eye. His white skin was tainted with blood and rocks everywhere had fur and blood on them, the clearing, a bloodied mess now. I signed, inwardly praying that Stephen was only hurt and not mortally wounded. °°°°° “FUCK!” Nightshade screamed as he gripped his stomach tenderly, blood soaking the dark blue vest he had on.

And I instantly curl into myself, not even daring to breathe out a single gasp as I shakily look up into the smallest crack made into the wooden cabinet. Beta. Our Beta. Almost every part of him is stained with blood. He coughs, his body twisting against the floor. Soon the carpet is soaked with the same scarlet marring his skin. Two silhouettes. And I nearly choke on the Dominance as I see both the Shadow Alpha and Beta. It fills the room, down to every inch. The door clicks close. I can’t even find myself breathing as I see their eyes. Gold and violet. Their hands and face are both stained with Rouge blood. They don’t look sane or human. They look like creatures straight from hell, and fro

In an instant, I noticed a shadow approaching my body. I was unprepared as the shadow approached maliciously. I screamed for attention, but the shadow could not see or hear me, as if I were invisible. My body was attacked by that shadow with a lot of power. After it exploded into a thousand pieces, my blood, which was no longer red, but silver, spread throughout space.

Ever since she arrived at Blackthorn, it hadn’t appeared and she would have preferred it that way, but now, she feared it won’t always be like that anymore. On her arm, she saw the lines again, like vines twisting and circling. It moved on its own and it had a glow of its own—a faint one. She raised her arm and watched it closely, not understanding what it was and why it chose her out of the billions of people alive. Or could it be that she wasn’t the only one? Like how she discovered that there are vampires and wolves in the school, could there be more out there? Even from her other school?

So what was so special about this baby girl that Chloe had been dragged by the shadows to witness her birth? She is a shadow wolf… “Chloe?” Bobby’s voice broke through the storm of thoughts trouble Chloe, pulling her back to the here and now. “Is everything okay?” “Mhm,” Chloe nodded. “Why?” “Well,” The vampire shifted awkwardly, their ethereal blue eyes jumping away from the she-wolf momentarily before looking back at her again. “You’ve been standing here staring at Ursula’s door for a couple of minutes now and haven’t answered a thing I’ve asked.”

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

It's smell was the same: metallic and pungent. Why is her blood gold? Was it her blood? Of course it is hers. Reapers don't bleed on any weapons forged in the earth. It must be hers. But why it is golden and not scarlet? She had countless cuts and wound in all her life, all over her body and she bleed scarlet red blood, not until now. The thoughts were painful as knives cracking her head. Serra found herself on the sea of horrifying eyes and faces, all locked at her and Maria. They stood like statues, stunned on what just happened, their brain processing the horrifying event, hearts beating in melodic rhythm; fast and deep.

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

At first, it’s nothing—just shadows in the red. But then? Eyes. Teeth. Mouths locked in silent screams. I smile—wide. The dry skin on my lips splits and bleeds, but I don’t stop. It’s beautiful—my own personal gallery in red and black hues. The blood isn’t just blood anymore. It breathes. It listens. And now, it talks—not in sound, but meaning. Rage. Hunger. Power. Old power. Forgotten. Waiting. I don’t just bleed—I conjure. The figures in the pool whisper without mouths, and the more I hurt, the clearer they become. My blood isn’t just leaking. It’s listening.

Even on the broad street, she managed to lose herself in the heavy traffic. I was about to sniff her out when an SUV screeched across the road, cutting me off. A suited werewolf stepped out of the vehicle. Judging by his grizzled hair, he was advanced in years. For some reason, the bloodlust stirring within me settled down when I looked into his eyes. I gradually shifted back to human form. Laurent Ford, the werewolf, stared at my face, tears streaming down his cheeks. “You look so much like your mother. She, too, has eyes as blue as the ocean…”