Blood Trace Intact Novels & Stories

"Nobody saw if there was an actual accident also, we have searched the area where the vehicles were found a thousand times over, yet even her body has not been found." His voice slowed down. "Its very odd that there was no blood in the car for that magnitude of an accident, so I went and combed it for days for any thing at all, I found a few strands of what looked like hair, its still in DNA……it'll take a few days." "Did you find anything else?." Max asked with piqued interest, he had not even been allowed to the scene of the crime since that day. "No, not even a single trace of blood."

he added. "Stage performance?" Natalie asked, confused. "Yes, it was just brought up after the meeting. They want everyone to have some kind of excitement for our collaboration and what to expect," Tony said. ….…………….................................................................................................................................................................................................... "Yes, sir, the blood drops we traced from where the incident happened to the Central Raw opposite the hotel don't match with the sample found in the car," the police inspector said.

On the battered basin before him, nine bloody spikes lay in a haphazard pile, stained crimson, an unsettling testament to what had transpired. “Done,” I muttered, voice strained but steady. I reached for the crumpled piece of paper, now soaked in blood and sweat, tangled in the mess. The note had once been pristine—perhaps just a scribbled warning or plea—yet now it looked like a fragment of a nightmare.

The investigator said slowly My patience was already hanging by a thread. “What now?” The investigator swallowed once before answering. “We found traces of blood inside the SUV when we searched it.” Frustration flickered over my face. “Whose blood?” “We don’t know yet. The sample was damaged from water exposure.” Damien folded his arms slowly. “Could belong to Serena.” “No, she went into the ocean. Why would her blood be inside his vehicle?” I argued. “That’s exactly the problem,” the investigator replied quietly.

It was hard to tell who else was there with her when all the scents blended into one. When we found nothing in the gym, we followed a trail of blood, which led away from the pack and into the forest. Along the trail, we noticed a few snapped twigs, a crushed leaf here and there, and bloodstains on one or two tree trunks. That trail wasn’t a patrol route, and I wanted to believe they knew that. The blood seemed to belong to Sierra, implying the other person suffered no injuries. The trail, however, led us to a stream where I stood, glaring into the water as if an answer would miraculously materialize if I stared into it long enough.

“We found tire marks. They switched vehicles halfway up the ridge. We’re still tracking.” I nodded once. Calm on the surface. Inside, annihilation. “We also confirmed,” he continued carefully, “that Richard Hale is alive.” “I know.” “Do you want” “I want data,” I cut in. “Footprints, drone feeds, highway cams, thermal signatures, every exit route. Now.” He nodded and ran. Another agent approached. “Mr. Knight, we found a chemical trace on the cloth left behind. It’s an advanced sedative. Not commercially available. Military grade.”

I just couldn’t let myself think of the worst. The faint metallic scent of her blood still lingered in the air, almost unmistakable under the earthy smell of the forest. My eyes caught a glimpse of a faint crimson stain on the rocky ground, I brushed my finger against the edge of it and I knew immediately. It was her blood. My stomach twisted with certainty. I dipped my head lower, sniffing again and trying to find a single trace of her scent that may have been scattered by the wind. The edge of the was dangerously close, the thick fog concealing the ground below like a blanket. It was as if Fiona had just disappeared.

“Looks like there was a serious fight. Forensics are already inside, gathering blood samples.” The word blood hit me like ice water down my spine. My thoughts immediately leapt to Hazel and her little boy—the last time I saw them, their quiet warmth, the way she smiled even on the hardest days. Blood samples. My stomach churned. I could barely form the word as it left my lips. “Blood?” “It’s bad,” Elijah said grimly. “Whoever did it didn’t get to her without a fight. But there’s no trace of her or her son.”

“Handprint.” Evelyn saw it then. Four fingers pressed against the wall, sliding downward as if someone had caught themselves. Or failed to. Her vision flickered. BIOLOGICAL TRACE DETECTED HUMAN BLOOD TIME ESTIMATE: LESS THAN TWELVE HOURS ANALYSIS INCOMPLETE She drew a slow breath. “Human,” she said. Gabriel’s gaze sharpened, but he did not ask how she knew. Rowan did not either. That silence between them had changed. Not avoidance now. Understanding. Rowan knew there were things she could not explain yet, and he had decided to stand beside the truth even before he had all of it.

"You relied on your status as Luna to shield you from suspicion. You never expected the Council's security protocol to flag the intake log anomalies." The Head Elder raised his hand, silencing the room. He turned a grave, unyielding gaze toward Dr Aris who quietly as the family feud unfold. "Doctor," the Head Elder said sternly. "Is the original, untampered sample of Lady Bianca's blood still intact within the biometric lock?" "It is, Head Elder," the doctor replied, inclining his head. "The secondary seal was never breached. The official verification stands: Lady Bianca's HCG levels and bloodline markers are confirmed positive as announced earlier."