Blood Shades Novels & Stories

I could taste metallic blood in my mouth. All I could see was the face of a man running towards us, or maybe I was dreaming. We have a man in our sights. Though his light was so bright. Had I died? Was I in heaven? With all I’d done in life, I couldn’t be there. But still, his actual face, the light that surrounded him.... It was like we were in two different worlds. Him in the light and me... I watched his angelic face as slowly the last drop of energy faded, giving way to darkness. THE END

With a final glance at the intricate labyrinth that had tested them so fiercely, Silas and Shade stepped forward, into the unknown, ready to face whatever awaited them with the same determination, the same resolve, the same unbreakable will that had seen them through the blood mazes. Beyond the mazes, hidden deep within the Blood Fortress, lay the combat arenas. The arenas were a place of spectacle and brutality, where the vampires would test their warriors' mettle against a variety of challenges, be they wild beasts or cunning adversaries. It was a world unto itself, governed by its own set of rules and traditions. Silas and Shade found themselves thrust into this violent world, their disgu

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

“She won’t. But… watch her anyway.” I smirked bitterly. “Always do.” And in my head, I was already counting diamonds and bullets. Because this next move would make or break us. And there was no room for softness in a world built on smuggled stones and spilled blood. Not even for a pretty little cook who didn’t know the vipers she was feeding. Marina The knife made a soft thump against the cutting board. Over and over. Rhythmically. Like maybe, if I just kept chopping these poor bell peppers to death, I could ignore the fact that I was cooking in a literal mansion that felt like it had more security cameras than my entire apartment building.

I can feel their presence pressing against my skin, not cruel, not kind— just inevitable. And then I wake up. Every time, my heart is racing, my body cold, my hands shaking. But there’s never pain. “The second dream is different,” I said, my voice lower. “It came after.” This time, I’m not in the forest. I’m standing in nothing. No ground. No sky. Just darkness stretching in every direction, thick and endless, like I’ve fallen into the space between worlds. Then light breaks through it. Four shadows rise around me, tall and massive, their shapes shifting constantly. Wolves but not like any I’ve ever seen. Their bodies are made of moonlight and smoke, their eyes burning silver, gold, red, and

Lauren sucked in a sharp breath. There was blood everywhere—so much blood, how could there be so much blood? Why was it still red and not brown and faded?—and bits of viscera that the killer hadn’t taken with him. Scraps of cloth were scattered like party confetti, and there was one brown moccasin with its sole facing up. It seemed very small and sad without its owner. Black flies buzzed, bloated and drunk, around the clearing. All around them was the smell of rot and death and the sharp tang of that impossibly fresh blood.

I watched in horror, frozen in place, as The Shadows enveloped Layna, their dark tendrils slicing through her body with ruthless efficiency. They drained her of every last drop of blood, their malevolent presence seeming to revel in her agony. Her screams echoed through the cell, a haunting, soul-shattering sound that left me feeling shattered and guilty. I had never witnessed The Shadows claim a life before, and the brutality of it was staggering.

Weird. As far as Ash could remember, there were no shades of white on the night of their fight. Everything was covered with darkness, deep crimson coming from the large amount of blood that had been spilled on the ship, and the deep orange hue that symbolized the true terror of the Black Wolf plan. It was— Ash eyes widened as if the fog had been lifted and suddenly, all he could see was the scene that made his blood run cold, and the terror and fear shook him through his core.

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I picked up my sidearm. He shook his head and sighed, eyeing Drak then looked at us. “It’s fine, Drak. I’m just picking up my knife. I want to show you the color of my blood. If someone is created by black magic or infected by demons. The blood color is almost black. Okay? Let me show you.” “Slowly,” Ryden said. “While we’re here wasting time, Ren doesn’t have much to stay alive.” He showed us his knife and ran the blade against the skin on his arm.