Bloodstream Book Novels & Stories

I looked down to see my own blood, pooling over the open pages of the book given to me by the sprites, a blade with black diamonds on the hilt and a large deep red ruby sitting inside a metal frame at the base of the handle, protruded from my stomach. Gasping I could feel my life fade away, I took one last look to see that Joshua had been ran through, his lifeless body laid crumpled on the cold bloody ground. I could hardly recognize the scream of terror that escaped my lips before I felt my life leave my body. Draven.

Each drop of blood that had been shed in Brooklyn started to rise. From the streets. From old scars. From the cracks in the sidewalk. It ascended in flows, red and gold twisting upward into the sky disappearing into the void. My daughter’s blood was in that rain. I experienced it exiting her body as if an unseen force was drawing my spirit out through every pore. She was upstairs, asleep. However blood was streaming from her eyes, nose, ears and fingernails. Gold blood. Pure. The city was exhausting her. I yelled. Alexander was already, in motion lifting her up pressing his shirt against every wound. The blood immediately seeped through transforming the white cotton into a radiant golden glo

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

Alexis immediately opened both of her eyes on there in an instant way with a very fast movement about right now on there. With all of that swift movement on there already happened, Alexis immediately to started to get up from of the bed and also ran so much quickly into the bathroom about on there directly. Alexis even stopped right in the front of the sink in the bathroom, and immediately lowered of her head on there and immediately to closed both of her eyelids so very tightly on there right away and started to spewing about something disturbing in inside of her stomach and chest at this very moment actually. Alexis was even coughing because of that things right on there about right now im

We need to find the key" he said. His man that just entered furrowed his eyebrows. He had no idea what was happening. "Lost blood? Key?" He thought. "How do we find the key master?" He asked. "It's no ordinary key. It's a book. That book can lead us to the girl once the power is activated. That means, once she has reached the age to be sacrifice, the book will be awoken" he said. "Oh" he murmured and lowered his gaze. Slowly, he was understanding how everything worked.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

Amber stumbled in, "What do you think you're doing?" "Al told me that the bullet left some sort of matter inside him," I kept focused as I opened the wound further, "And we need to get it out," "We? It seems you made that decision on your own. And did you speak with Al," "I went inside of his—" Silver liquid began to trickle down Al's folded skin, "Whoa," Amber whispered, as we both watched it closed up after it went from steel grey to ruby red, But nothing happened, was I too late? Did it already travel to his brain? Watching his chest rise and fall, his heartbeat slowed down... Until it stopped, I was too late. I promised him, I promised him that I would save him and I did—

He felt alone and helpless. Thin streams of blood flowing from the vampire's wounds stained the Nulliard's face. One of them flowed like a bloody snake into the nostril, the other into the limply parted mouth, the rest flowed randomly over the velvet dark steel skin, speckled with scratches, dripping onto the ground and staining the grass crimson. The world around them ceased to exist for them

I know those eyes, where do I know them from? An ache wraps around my skull, and I watch them lift me up. My neck turns on its own, I gape, the panic I had tried to stop rushing back with fevor. The severed head of my elder sister, her shining blonde hair soaked in deep red with a pool of blood surrounding her. There are other limbs next to her, her eyes are wide and empty. Something pushes up against my mouth, and I tremble. A wave of dizziness hits me, I don’t stop staring at the horror show until my lashes flutter down and darkness swallows me.