Bloody Heart Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

Not a single mark of blood touched her. She wasn’t fighting. She was hiding. A cry cut through the noise, raw and unmistakable. “Tom!” Sophie’s head snapped toward the sound. She saw him then, Tom, standing his ground near the shattered orchestra pit, a dagger in his hand. He moved with desperate bravery, plunging the blade into a rogue’s heart even as another crashed into him from the side. Claws raked across his throat. Blood sprayed dark against the marble. “No...” Sophie broke into a sprint.

"Tabitha took a deep breath. She closed her eyes to calm herself. Her emotions were very shaken. Right now, she wanted to get angry and scream, but she knew there was no point in doing that as it would only embarrass her. She didn't even know what she was crying. Was it heart that was because Ethan was out with another girl or for the man's death? Reflexively she touched her stomach. Tabitha's tears fell down her cheeks. She started sobbing. She wept for herself and the child in her womb. She wasn't crying for Ethan. Not. That man had killed Tabitha's love in his death. Meg watched her daughter's hand move. She immediately understood, and Meg crouched in front of her daughter, who was lookin

I don’t know if it’s the burning in my eyes from all the ash in the air or the intense darkness that surrounds the figure, but I get the feeling that it’s a bad idea to let the figure see me. As I move closer to one of the bodies, my fear heightens. I know I said that they looked impaled, but on closer inspection, they seem almost posed. As if they were crucified. Their palms, feet, knees, and neck were run through by branches. The bodies are decomposed, and their clothing is ripped and shredded, but their hair is intact. I inspect the nearest one and look at her hair. That’s when I really lose it. As if someone punched me in the face, I fall to my knees and vomit all over the ashen ground.

The lanky had an angular face with round eyes, a slightly big crooked nose, and thin lips with a five o’clock shadow. Sophie stood in her place, trembling in burly’s arms. Now that she had seen their faces, her worst fear was confirmed. They were going to kill her. She swallowed a sob as the lanky dude marched to her right disappearing through an archway she didn’t notice was there. Her knees locked as she fought to stay upright, only to sink to the floor as soon as the burly removed his hands from her. The lights flicked once, the buzzing crackle caused her to jump. An exploding sound reached her ears shortly.

Bright I woke with a heavy heart, as if the night had left a stone on my chest. Dawn seeped a pale light through the window of the guest room in Sophia’s parents’ house. I stayed still, listening to the silence broken only by the ticking of the wall clock. Sophia hadn’t spoken a word to me since our last argument. The image of her face —cold, wounded— kept piercing me again and again. You’re crazy, Bright. You’re sick with jealousy, she had said.

"Why are we still standing here when we know who did it? Look at the condition of the room, a wolf did it and it had never happened before but ever since that rogue came here nothing is going right. First that blood and now this. What's next?" Bernadette was breathing hard, her eyes were no longer normal, she was staring at all of us. She just needed a word from her Alpha. It would be enough for her to end Arwin's life. "Calm down, Bernadette," it would be foolish to say this under normal circumstances but I could not put Arwin's life in danger, "it could be anyone and Arwin could barely defend himself from the attacker. He can not do this." We both looked at Alpha Orion.

She looked like she’d lived a thousand bad days in just a few hours. Fuck! He needed to get her out of here! Sergio didn’t act like he noticed her, not even when she stepped out from the curtains completely and held a blade in hand, getting ready to attack the man from behind. Sergio was pouring himself a glass of water or maybe it was for Alexander…he couldn’t really focus. Her footsteps were silent and despite her being in obvious pain, her breathing was even and her feet moved with purpose, eyes narrowed and hand ready to strike.

I barely dodg the pressure that is approaching, and the boulder is getting my heart heavy for the sight of it nearing in a flash! I smashed by the branches of the trees while I try to dodge. The arrival of a flash of dreaded sight cause blood to paint my white dress. I was hit to the hard rock, yet I don't think I am severely wounded! Before I clear my mind to what is the stain is, I'm instantly soak in dirt that cover the redness in it! I move so slow and the boulder so fast to invade, giving way to rise the dread in my heart. Yet, the way the situation is develop, the pure color of white of my dress soak to redness, and then to a dirt!

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