Bloody Genius Novels & Stories

But he quickly regained his composure and the next I saw are all preludes of fangs, nails, and blood. My head is haywire. Hands trembling from the overflowing rage. I feel like going crazy watching over Thaddaeus beside me, lying down and unconscious with only a minute for the poison to circulate all over his body. Giovanni with his own battle and Everleigh is held hostage by an insane woman. Obviously, they have some deep-rooted thing going on with Giovanni but to show up in nowhere and just hurt my friends who have nothing to do with that is really infuriating. “Luna.”

both Treasure and Trevor said while Tristan nodded his head. Their mother shook her head and wondered how her kids were opposites despite looking so identical. One was a little devil while another was so mature than his age and the girl cute and stubborn. At the same time, all three of them were exceptionally brilliant. She calls them her little geniuses. She has never for once regretted having them. They were the light to her darkened life, her joy, and happiness, and will never replace them for anything. She has come a long way raising them on her own with the help of her friend.

It’s thick and coarse, like dog hair with a variety of shades of brown. “This is crazy,” I say, backing away from the window. It was clear what had happened. I had another episode but this time in my derangement, I set about fabricating evidence that made it seem as if I had turned into a monster. Kirk was right, I can’t handle this on my own. God only knows what I did last night while suffering my delusions. I could have hurt someone. That blood, if it was blood, had to come from a living thing!

Three steps away from me lay the machete on the ground, maybe he noticed what my instinct had told me, he ran towards me while I ran for the machete, he knocked me down with brute force but my struggling hands still stretched forward to grab the machete, I caught the handle, I could see him in front of me smiling wickedly. I pulled the machete then thrusted it upwards, piercing roughly through his ribs. He stared at me with surprise on his face, his body unwilling to act on his will. He slowly fell being soaked by the sticky blood which dripped from his ribs, he reached the ground, head first plunged before the other parts followed while my hands trembled roughly. My brains making crazy rhy

"How? Do you mean Zach Howe? That useless trust fund brat? Has Ethan completely lost his mind? Has Tara eaten away at his brain? Associating with someone like him? Haha! Well, it won't be long before Ethan's name disappears from society entirely." Zach was not just a spoiled rich kid. He was dangerous and had blood on his hands. Ethan playing in his territory would leave nothing but scraps of bone behind. "Aren't you even a little curious why he's doing this?" "I'm not curious. His business isn't mine. Alright, I've got things to do. Hanging up now."

He explained while kissing my shoulder. “What does it taste like for you?” I softly asked him while closing my eyes. He took a long time to answer and I was patiently waiting. “It's... difficult to explain. It's unlike any other food or drink that humans have. Blood for us is like.. a drug. A drug that's found everywhere around you. It makes you stronger, faster, more in control. It's the sole thing we need to survive and it's hard to control the bloodlust that comes with it. It's easy to lose control and lose yourself to bloodlust. You just want more.. all the time.” He explained and I cracked open an eye, seeing him deep in his thoughts.

Rain thought. …. It was dark, raining but despite all that, it was silent. All that could be heard was his labored breathing and the sound of water hitting against water. A blade dripping with blood on one hand and a man’s finger in the other. It was like time had stopped for them, in that alley. Both their eyes were heavy and their bodies were drenched. His eyes were trained on the rest of his victim’s fingers and his lips were curled up into a cruel grin. Splashes of blood dripped down from his hair and fell down to his lips because of the rain.

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

“The blood you share is no longer just hybrid. It’s divine. Your transformation isn’t random—it’s in sync with the moon.” “The Blood Moon,” Darius added grimly from where he stood guard. “The moon of reckoning.” Ava looked up. Already the sky had begun to change. The moon, once a cold silver, had taken on a reddish hue. Faint, but visible. Like a drop of blood in water, spreading. ⸻ Day One: Ava’s hands pulsed with energy, everything she touched sparked or sizzled. Marcus barely managed to stabilize her. “Your magic is unraveling the laws of nature,” he warned.