Bloodshot Comics Novels & Stories

***** A week later. It was the night of the blood moon and before that many things had been happening, pups had been mysteriously disappearing, dead carcass of wolf were appearing and they have two things in common, they were drained of every drop of their blood and a moon was drawn on their skin and coloured red with their blood. The warriors had been training in their human form, they had ammunition, silver, silver bullets, wolf bane, meeting other packs brought some help as well. Scarlett stood by the widow and watched as the sky darkened and the moon turned red.

Even now, as I lay upon the gleaming white floor of Moose Creek’s medical centre, sedative spilling through my veins and blood streaming from my chest, photos of the futures forking from this moment blinded me. I saw Scarlett stood amidst the dead, the only survivor in a war she’d never asked for. I saw her bent over her mate’s body, sobs wracking through her. Then I saw her fumble for the outstretched claws of a fallen werewolf and use them to slit her own throat.

Mel panicked. “Don’t worry I have an idea on what to do” Ravana said. She saw Dante moving towards the woods and she made him stub his toes on a rock. With that he started to bleed badly. It is said that this is the greatest sign of danger. It was at that moment that, Dante had a second thought. Immediately he ran back and gathered his men. He told some people to take the others and his father to safety. Then they began taking their weapons of silver bullets. Mel was glad her brother listened but she was nervous, she hoped her people would win. she feared for her brother’s life. Then the fight began. The mystic river pack had two factions that fought. They had the ones who had transitioned

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

"So, say it slow for the girl who missed a decade. The last fight in North Carolina popped the Gray like a blister. All kinds of crap came running out into the real world. We shacked up with the Blackwoods, made a bunch of babies, passed some supernatural laws, and spent years driving around like a popular TV show, taking out the uglies one city at a time." She took a cautious sip of the bitter sludge and winced. "Then, more poop. Some asshat magician caused a Pulse and stole the magic from the furry ones. Now humans, warlocks, and God knows what else are fighting for a pound of flesh. Was this all Asmodeus? Just his greed?"

Each generation building on previous generations' work, solving different problems, asking different questions, making different mistakes. Infinite work across infinite generations. Just like Aurora had written. Just like she'd accepted. Just like she'd trusted would happen. The work was never finished. But meaningful transformation had occurred. Was occurring. Would continue occurring. That was enough. More than enough. Everything. THE END To everyone who stepped into the shadows of Ashwick with Sera and Lucien thank you. Blood Bound began as a story about enemies, curses, and centuries of hatred, but somewhere along the way, it became a story about choice. The choice to question what we’ve

But knowing something and acting on it are two different things. "I'm working on it," I say. "Work faster." Riven's tone is light, but her eyes are serious. "The Bloodmoon waits for no one. And from what I've heard, a Bloodwraith during the rise is not something you want to face unprepared." A chill runs down my spine despite the heat. "Have you seen one before? A Bloodwraith transformation?" She shakes her head. "But Torven has. He was in Ardorfell during the Crimson Purge fifteen years ago. Said he saw a Bloodwraith tear through an entire battalion of Dominion soldiers in less than ten minutes. Said it was like watching death itself given form."

We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)