Bloody Genius Novels & Stories

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.

Absolutely intoxicating. I watch as she leans back in her chair clutching tightly to her jacket obviously not wanting anyone else to see what she's hiding underneath. The back of her neck is exposed and I can't resist reaching out to touch the sensitive creamy skin there. She stiffens under my touch. I notice her friend wiggling uncomfortably next to her. Before I can do more than graze her neck with my fingers she pulls away resting her head back on her desk. She's trying to avoid confrontation which is smart on her end. Though I'm pretty sure this girl is Albert Einstein reincarnated. She's seriously that smart.

It wasn't a curse delivered by an enemy; it was a biological, cellular rot born of an unquenchable, starving madness. The chronic disease flooded the original bloodlines, short-circuiting their higher intellects, burning away their speech, their strategies, and their beautiful memories until the grand creators were reduced to the mindless, zombie-like husks that the modern world now called the Blood-born. They became slaves to a baseline, ravenous instinct to feed on anything that carried a heartbeat, buried alive beneath a mountain of starving rot.