Novel & Cerita Blood Song

*"ASCEND. ASCEND. ASCEND." --- **The Bloodprice** The pit exhales. Eden collapses, black fluid leaking from his nose, his ears, the corners of his eyes. The Silence is in him, dissolving the remnants of the Song. I grab him, static sparking, but the girl flicks a finger. *"No,"* she says, and the storm in me *dies*. Eden convulses, his blood pooling in the sand, snaking toward the pit. The Silence drinks it, the stillness spreading, eroding the edges of the cathedral.

"The air there... the bio-scans say it’s saturated with high-frequency pollen and spores that react violently to Vampire biology. It’ll boil your blood from the inside out. You won't just be alone; you’ll be suffocating." "Then it’s a good thing I’m becoming more stone than flesh every day," Sofia said, a grim, humorless smile touching her lips. She reached out, her faceted fingers hovering just an inch from Nomo’s cheek. She didn't touch him; she knew the heat of her resonance was still too much for him to handle after what he had witnessed in the square. "I have to do this. The ancient Montague texts are clear. The Triple-Blood was forged from the sap of the Elder Tree. If there is an anti

My home was dark, the silence heavy as I poured a glass of whiskey, the burn grounding me. I grabbed a calendar from the counter, my eyes locking on tomorrow’s date, circled in red—the Blood Moon. The frat party. The night they’d try to kill her. My vision flashed again—her heart torn out, blood pooling under that cursed moon. I downed the whiskey, my hand shaking as I set the glass down.

This time my body had a lot of purple and blue bruises to show for it. I was positive the Smith's were involved in a shady business. I had seen files with a weird logo of a monochrome skull in a bandana and two daggers placed in an opposite angle beneath the skull while cleaning Richard's room on countless occasions. At first I thought it was a research work project or something, until I noticed what a bloody creep he is.

“Blood?” Sarah looks shaken, “From where?” “Down the stream,” I say, quickly. “Let’s go!” I don’t even wait for her to respond, abandoning the canisters and grabbing her almost effortlessly before running in the direction fo where we set up camp. I burst into the camp, “Smoke and blood. Coming from down the stream.” Damon is the first on his feet, his face grim, “You think the Bears are in trouble.” “Makes sense, doesn’t it?” I let Sarah slide to the ground, my arm still around her waist, an unconscious gesture. “The Order is attacking packs all at once.”

My head snaps towards the precious little voice of my perfect little lady, a huge grin spreads across my face “Noooooooooooooo!” ‘BANG!’ Drakes scream lingers on as the bullet hits my stomach, the force flinging me back, i fall with a crash, drake jumping on me to save me from the bullet but it was a moment to late. I felt a warm gush of blood flow from my stomach as ben roars, taking the machine gun he shoots down whoever shot me, drake pulls away, tears streaming down his face “No no no nooooo” He cries, i gasp trying to catch my breath, drake shakes his head, his heart breaking as he screams, grabbing his shirt he rips it of his back and he holds the shirt against my wound

All I had to do was light it and get started, which I did. "Venez sanguis. Venez sanguis, Venus sangria la force de la beta â moi" I chanted, closing my eyes tightly. Even when I did not know what the spell was about, I could not control my tongue. I gathered some blood from God knows and directed in my direction. "Sanguis Sanguis" I chanted repeatedly, making the blood splash on the mirror. The mirror brightened up a bit with blurry figures. I chanted harder as the figures became clearer.

I nodded my head doing a mental check on all the things I needed to do before leaving, I need my bags, and a shower, I could still smell the blood. The car came to a stop in front of a building, it was an abandoned cabin surrounded by nothing but trees for miles, it had broken windows, and a huge sign with red paint splattered all over it, that looked almost like dried blood, on the one intact window, the fake blood wrote ‘GET OUT’ a mark in the front that almost looked like a gash.

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.