Bloody Letter Novels & Stories

inside was a note written in fancy cursive writing. (what the actual f*ck.) I closed the letter and dropped it onto my table next to the letter that I received yesterday at school. I was going to ignore it again, but I thought about it for a moment and decided to open it. I ripped the paper from the envelope and unfolded it slowly, not wanting to rip it. I felt a sense of dread coming to me. i didn't wanna be scared of it but that didn't stop me from feeling anxious. I didn't even realise my hands were shaking until I heard knocking on my door. I knew the sound. It was Aiden. I sighed and stood up. I opened my door and let him in. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight.

His vociferation mingled with the human death scream and it sent a bone-curdling chill throughout the air, penetrating everything it came in contact with. His face was covered in blood and his movements were a blur to Silver. Alaric finally stopped, looking like a demon from the underworld. He was drenched completely in the blood that his long hair was matted to the side of his face, blood trickling down into the deep red rug he stood on. He licked the blood from his lips, his eyes, a burning flame.

Who even knew what filth Vic had had beneath his fingernails? I opened the box and stilled. Right on the top was a letter. It was sealed with red wax and bore an impression that looked like one of those house seals from old England. My name was written on the other side, in spidery black ink. What the hell was this? Billy wasn’t a calligraphy kind of guy. He was a six-pack of beer and football kind of guy.

"Irina, wait two minutes and then send him in." (“la naiba” or “la dracu” literally means the devil, but in Romanian is a common curse, something between “damn” and “fuck”, the closest idiom would be “to hell with it” or “goddammit”) The blinds close when Paul presses a button on a little remote control. When the light in the room dims, all of the colors around me become more vibrant. His black hair gleams in a manner I've never seen before. There's a speck of green in his right pupil, a quirk befitting the main character of a romance novel.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

she said to herself still in search of her class everyone seems to be in a hurry so she decided not to ask and got missed up with the crowd, then she bumped into a young lady of her age called Elisa, who was into zoology while Annie was into pharmacy. "hey you! what's your problem can't you see me coming or are you blind? Why is there so much blind people everywhere these days. can't one possibly check is or her eyes before coming out how many time will I get buped up before reaching home today." Elisa said with an angry voice, while talking to herself. "Am so sorry, am new here, I was just trying to locate my class, I am so sorry I was such in a rush that I did not see you coming," Annie sa

Romeo spotted me and came to me immediately he spotted me, leaving the warriors to continue repeating the routine they were practicing before I came. “Did you receive the message from the council?” He got to me and dusted his hands on his pants, looking at me in curiosity. My eyes widened and I could faintly recall a letter with its distinctive seal among the new batch of letters but because I was hellbent on finding the letter sent by the merpeople, I mistakenly ignored it. “I did!” I started to panic because they rarely sent letters unless it was an emergency. “Not to worry! No need to fret. My mate’s father works in the council and she said she overheard them say they were scheduling a me

she whispered as if reading my mind, she leaned too close that her smell of rot swirled into my nostrils as her breath fanned my cheek. Then she rose to her feet. “No, you don’t deserve to die, you deserve to suffer,” she added just as she took two steps away from me. My eyes widened as I tried to look at her face, my lips parted, but it was indeed too late. Her hands clasped together, her pointed long fingers soaked with blood, suddenly every move glistened with lights as the room swayed. My breath crawled to my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs, and my heart sank like a ship drowning in the stormy sea of Gordon.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

The page was damp with his sweat, still warm from being pressed against his body. I unfolded it. My eyes tore across the words. “AHHHHHHHH!” I screamed as I read through the letter with my trembling hands. The bouquet slipped from my hands, roses exploding against the floor, petals scattering in crimson and white across marble like the aftermath of a crime scene.