Blood Trace Intact Novels & Stories

Heely continues, “And the weapon? What do you have to say about the weapon?” Powell looks upward, as if thinking deeply before replying, “The blood sample found in the blade matches that of the victim. However, there is no saying if the suspect was the one who used it, since no finger prints were found.” I sigh in relief, but conceal it. victory was still not guaranteed, so I have to wait. Heely nodes as a long silence passes, until finally she speaks up, “Your witness, Ms Arahoz.”

The one at the back looks like it had crashed into the one in front and the one in front looks just like the one Abraxas had hurried Neah into when they left us. “Is that?” Sammie asks “I think so.” I mutter, hurrying forward. There are tyre marks on the ground. A trail of blood leads from the windscreen of the car Neah had been in, to the grass verge. Another pool of dried red sits just outside the passenger door of the same car. “What do you think happened?” Sammie whispers as though someone might be watching. “I don't know, but they burnt the cars to cover any trace of DNA.” I whisper back. “I would have done the same. I have done the same.”

“That’s one solid evidence! But we couldn’t give that to the forensics, right? How do we examine that, then?” “Oh, I wish this is really a one solid evidence.” Travis placed it back to where it came from. “But it isn’t. I examined this with Franklin using our old man’s tools but we got nothing. The rust was the only thing that’s authentic. The blood, it wasn’t from the killer. It was a bird’s blood. There were no fingerprints found on its surface, either.” “So, you mean this investigation is at dead end?” “No. Actually, I think this is just the starting point. If we wait further, we might get real clues. No fake handcuffs and brilliant set-ups this time.”

But it was what Jayden detected next that made our blood run cold. “Blood,” he hissed. The scent was fresh, though faint, mixed with the smell of earth and heather. Aiden approached, his face grim. We used the guard's flashlights to search the area. And we found it: small, dark drops of blood splattered across the leaves of the bushes, following an erratic pattern. It wasn't a major hemorrhage, just a superficial wound, but it was enough to alarm us. Then Brayden spotted something else. He lifted a medium-sized rock, and underneath it was a piece of light-colored fabric that had been torn off. The color matched Tracy's nightgown.

Chapter 27 Friendly Teeth Gage Mara’s blood scent vanished at the east stairwell. That should not have been possible. Blood did not simply stop. Fear did not cut off mid-path. A living body left traces whether it wanted to or not—skin, heat, breath, panic. Wolves could scrub a trail, but not cleanly. Not from me. Not when the person bleeding was tied to my chest with a bond I could not ignore. I crouched at the third step and pressed two fingers to the wood.

Thomas stayed behind under supervision, though he kept watching her with worried eyes until she disappeared into the trees. The west border looked untouched at first glance. Too untouched. George crouched near the patrol route. “No blood. No scent trail. That means he didn’t fight here.” Julia scanned the area, her instincts sharpening. “Or whoever took him didn’t want to leave a trace.” One of the trackers knelt suddenly, pointing at the ground. “Here.” A faint imprint in the soil. Not a struggle mark. A dragged footprint. Then it stopped abruptly, as if the body had been lifted.

"A wolf’s scent is not merely a smell. It is a biological signature, a molecular resonance. It is as unique as a fingerprint or the sequence of your DNA. It is written into the marrow and the very blood. While it can be hidden with maskers, as we saw during the abduction, it cannot be mimicked, and it cannot be truly erased, even by the most intense fire." He opened the case, revealing two small glass vials. "The first vial contains the essence extracted from the piece of fabric you brought back from the dungeon cell in the Twilight Zone," Khalid explained. "The second contains the trace residue I extracted from the carbonized remains at the crash site on Highway 25. I have performed a molec

Ethan’s steps stopped across from us. Tara and I were tied to opposite ends of the railing, with the roaring ocean behind us. The moment Tara saw Ethan, she started crying, her face was a picture of delicate misery. It was so perfect that if I was not stuck in the same situation, I might have applauded. I could not imagine how she managed such excellent emotional control. "Ethan, it's Lana. She did this! They're all in it together. Please save me!"

I said calling Cole near me and thought that if he’s keeping someone captive, he might’ve taken them to his dungeon and I can find some lead. “Sir, the blood samples don’t match. The blood is of more than six people.” I turned looking at the scientist and sighed in relief once again. I walked around and saw footsteps that got imprinted on the street because of blood and followed the trail, I recalled Damond was hurt and his blood can help me reach Jordan. I followed the footsteps that turned into prints like someone was dragging them and I got to know that this is from where they got abducted. “Shawn?” I yelled his name and he came running in my direction.

They moved fast but carefully, aware that Marcus could have guards posted or more traps set. The trail led them deeper into the forest, away from pack territory and toward neutral ground. After about twenty minutes of tracking, one of his wolves signaled for a stop. Trent moved up to see what they had found. Fresh blood on the ground. Brandon's blood, based on the scent. Not a lot, but enough to indicate he had been injured. "He is still alive," Trent said, more to convince himself than anything. "That blood is recent. They are keeping him alive for a reason."