Bloody Genius Novels & Stories

The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat. Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

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.”

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

Only when I’m angry do I manage to clear some of the fog of the drugs they are putting in my system. Doctor Lyles looks surprised for a moment, but he hides it by cleaning his glasses again. “It seems you are a very observant woman, Olivia. Many suffering from psychotic breaks or fractured senses of reality happens to be very perceptive people. They have to be able to justify and explain the impossible of their disillusioned beliefs. There are many ways you could’ve discovered those things about me but it doesn't mean you have a super sense of smell.”

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

Ethan turned toward Amber as his eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice dropping as he questioned, "Who are you? What do you want?" Amber, perched casually on a chair with one foot up, was entirely covered, her voice was distorted through a voice modulator. Even if Ethan suspected her later, there would be no evidence. "What do I want? Simple." Amber raised a hand, gestured toward us, and uttered a sentence that shocked everyone. "What did you say?" For the first time, I saw Ethan lose his composure. Unfortunately, it had to be in a situation like that. "I said, you can save one of them, or you can take someone's place. Such a simple statement, yet you need me to repeat it? For a so-called bus

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.