Bloody Letter Novels & Stories

SEVENTY-NINE Anabelle could not comprehend what she was looking at. Bodies were lying everywhere, it was a terrible massacre. She could tell that Amaris was no longer holding back and was indeed doing what she promised to do, to wipe off werewolves. The smell of blood was heavy in the air and the number of bodies only seemed to increase as they drove to the pack house. Amaris had attacked the pack's centre and killed anyone she spotted. Guilt ate at Anabelle as she looked at the cadavers of people that were once so alive.

I will meet you all at the meeting points and together w e will move to safety. Queen Raven Wolfblood. I bit my thumb to sign it. It was the official letter, I did not want people doubting its eligibility. A drop of blood fell on the paper with my thumb following it to press on the paper then I raised and licked my thumb. My hands were shaking, reading the letter with Logan’s words just echoing all over my head. Damn him, damn that man. I groaned, shaking my head to fold the paper and slip it inside the book only to stop.

Her eyes were so deep and blue and even if she's in a distance, looking directly into it was like she was in front of her. "What do we do now" asked Bong who smelled like shit. He just peed on his pants earlier. "Just wait on my signal" she whispered. Her eyes not leaving the Badblood. Below her were the villagers with their spears and swords ready. Fear was clear on their faces but it was overpowered by the determination to fight for their village. The Badblood closed her eyes and when she opened it in a second, they were gray. Her pupils gone and everything around it gone.

A poem dedicated to “blood and water” by Osuagwu Alexander. MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar

He stepped forward, his massive frame towering over the vampire as he looked down into the folds of the cloak. The Alpha's dark eyes instantly narrowed as he caught the visual markers of the crisis. Brynn’s face was pale, her soft jasmine scent heavily laced with the metallic, intoxicating tang of primordial vampire blood. But what Garick saw first—what caused his wolf instincts to flare with a protective panic—were the thin, smoky purple-and-black tracks of the Blood-born venom still faintly webbing across her collarbone. They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system.

Then the blood letters on the shield rearranged themselves. AUTHOR-LEVEL THREAT DETECTED. MANUAL EXTRACTION PRIORITY RESTORED.

The messenger arrived at dawn. A young wolf from a distant territory, his clothes travel-worn and his eyes wide at the sight of the rebuilt council hall. He handed me a letter sealed with a crest I didn't recognize, a crescent moon over a mountain peak, and then he stepped back like he was afraid of me. The letter was a single line. You're not the only one. The Old Blood is waking. I folded the letter and looked at my alphas. Bastian's hand found my hip. Kellan's eyes sharpened. Archer moved closer, and his gold gaze dropped to the seal.

DOMINIC POV My blood boils over with rage, a sneer on my face as my anger boils over looking down at the red box, situated in it are Bella’s favorite flowers covered in blood, and on top of it is a letter. “You’re it, I will see you soon” I read out the letter my fingers shaking as my eyes read it over and over again, my fingers dig into the paper in anger. “What does it say?” Bella says from behind me her voice shaking in fear

A reasonable definition of truth is to unfold secret's. But what lies are there to be told? “An 18 -year -old girl has been missing since last month and now the police have found her body. Sadly, they found her dead. They could not explain the reason for her case and are still in the process of investigation. What was surprising was that there was not even a trace of the stabbing nor shooting on the girl's body that could have caused her death. Instead, they found traces of a bite on the side of her neck. It's sounded like there are really a vampire and people believe that it might be true—” I rolled my both eye's after I turn off the TV.

“You know where the ledger is?” She looked directly at me. “I know where to start looking.” That was enough. Twenty minutes later, the black SUV cut through the city while rain began tapping against the windshield. Inside the car sat tension thick enough to choke on. Alexander beside me. Helena opposite us. Two security vehicles behind. I still held my father’s letter. I had read it three times already. Same words. Same mystery. Same fear growing in my chest. Finally I looked at Helena. “What does "where blood remembers" mean?”