Bloody Characters Novels & Stories

Ten: Alpha At My Door EIRA Cassian lies bleeding, and unconscious on my door step. His body is covered up with dried up blood, fresh oozing blood, dirt and open cuts. A horrified gasp leaves my lips, and I blink in shock. Surprise. I fall to my lips to make sure my eyes are not deceiving me. He still looks as handsome as ever. Dark hair, eyes that are currently closed and soft lips that I vividly recall the taste of.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.

I didn’t need a blueprint. I just needed to follow the sound of the hearts I was protecting. THE END OF BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.

It’s a slaughterhouse, to put it mildly. I have to fight myself to focus as I stroll through the rooms. Caked blood stains the floors and walls, and I smother that part of me who hates myself for letting this be. The idea of making a living from trading the blood of your kind to monsters is abhorrent. But some would do anything to make quick cash, regardless of the amount of blood drenching their hands.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

my voice rose, accompanying my effort to straighten my limp body. "Stay away from me, you trash!" Steven snapped. Every syllable that came from his lips sounded full of poisonous hatred. That utterance felt like a physical slap that shook my world. My confusion grew. What actually happened to Steven? Why did he transform into such a cruel stranger full of anger toward me?

He whispered very softly. That was right before the doors of the ballroom blasted open with a loud Bang. The entire crowd, including me and Alex, turned towards the source of the sound. Damon. Damon stood in the door opening, two knives protruding from his chest. Blood covered his chest, dripping on the ballroom floor. There was a head wound on the side of his face. Keddrick and two other guys were next to him. The four men looked absolutely furious but Damon.... Damon looked like the devil himself. His eyes were pitch black and his razor sharp fangs were bared. Blood covered his chin and hands and it was quite evident that he just killed people.

The sticky liquid seeped out from the crusty cracks of Scarlett's disfigured face. I feel pity on Noah, he left me for this dead bitch. As expected from someone who's a vampire. Scarlett's body, including face , had cracks appearing on it. Through the cracks, disgusting thick red black seeped down soaking Scarlett's loosely hung clothes. " Ahh, so dirty!" I smacked her head back, kicking her back into the Oubliette. My hands started shaking in disgust because of that nasty blood sticking on my palms. " You sure are pure and Holy. Let me wipe it for you , baby ."