Bloody Genius Novels & Stories

"Ok. Then I’ll keep blabbering. Paul always kept asking me, 'What is it? I’ll do anything for you.' He simply doesn't get it. Telling him won’t solve anything. Why couldn’t I have met him when I was a mortal human?" “Don’t you feel good with him now as you are? Was something missing?” “It was perfect.” I bury my face into the pillow. “So perfect that I even wondered if it was allowed for me to have it. But then, out of habit, my thoughts turned to me and what I am.” “Oh, Laura. Your stupidity level is higher when you drink blood. I never imagined you could be so stupid at your age.” “Hey!” Alisa chuckles. “I guess it’s true that one cannot love and be wise.”

"Huh? How did you know that?" "Instinct," he replied casually. #to be continued in Chapter 21.2 - Bloody Grail

ZOEY I am Alexei Pushkin. Those four words hung in the air like a revelation, shattering my already fragile grasp on reality. The chaos of the gunfight raged around us, the club's once-sultry atmosphere now transformed into a battlefield. But amidst the violence and danger, my mind struggled to process the unbelievable truth. "What the fuck? Did he just say he was Alexei Pushkin?" I muttered to myself, my voice trembling with disbelief. The enigmatic stranger who had captured my attention, the man I had been conversing with just moments ago, was none other than the infamous mob boss himself. It was a revelation that defied logic, a twist of fate that I could never have imagined.

Xavi asked, snapping me from my thoughts. I glanced at him and with my lips pursed, “Let’s go,” I murmured as I climbed into the carriage. It was not truly my business, and the last thing I wanted was to be entangled in this mess. The ride jolted with bumps, but suddenly something swirled into my nostrils, a sharp, metallic, unmistakable smell, like blood. My eyes darted over my body, yet I was not injured, so where was this coming from?

“Different good, I hope? I’ve been… uh… working on my, you know, vibe.” He leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Your ‘vibe.’” “Yes! You know. More approachable. Less… uh…” I gestured vaguely at my face. “Intimidating?” That earned me a very faint smirk—gone almost as soon as it appeared. “Hmm.” The sound he made was not comforting. Servants moved quietly around the hall, pouring deep red liquid into goblets. One set a glass in front of me, and I froze. Blood.

Alex POV The fair was… for lack of better words loud. Louder than what I expected, everything was so fucking loud these days, my body has not felt like my own ever since I fought that mass of meat, I feel a buzzing under my skin like a thousand flies had laid eggs beneath my skin and they were ready to hatch. On some occasions the rare ones where I wasn’t driving I scratched the itch hard enough to draw blood, but instead of the flies, maggots and eggs I expect to fly out I was just met with a dark red and the sweet metallic scent of blood , the wound wouldn’t even

On the other hand, outside of the glass room, many guards could only stand frozen after being flabbergasted and shocked to see the murder scene clearly displayed in front of their eyes. Especially Ellen, who was screaming hysterically because her lover was being killed right in front of her, she screamed until her body trembled when Dr. Drake's body, slowly fell to the floor with a gaping wound on his chest and a corpse covered in blood, while Arabella looked at him with a cynical smile filled with satisfaction. In the midst of the chaos, no one realized that something was actually happening to Steve. The man felt numbness all over his body and slowly his vision blackened out, replaced by th

There's too much secrets in her life and right now she felt like she's been living in a lie. When she didn't say anything - as she doesn’t know what the right words to say - Maria continued. "He always talk to me about random truths about the world. Sometimes his head ached of all the knowledge whirled on his mind." she said and her eyes glimmer as she remembers the memories of her husband. "The villagers didn't know he's a Badblood as his gift wasn't dangerous. The people only know him as the genius one" But truths are dangerous, Serra almost said but stopped herself. "He's the one who told me all of it"