Bloody Letter Novels & Stories

The stack came cascading down to the floor. "Oh no," she whispered, crawling down to pick them up. She picked them up one by one and sorted them neatly into piles again. They were all letters, signatures, school business and pack correspondence, in and out. And then, though, when she ironed out under the bottom pair of sheets of paper, she noticed something else. It was different from the others. Her breath was sucked out of her body as she pulled it out. It was a letter, the letters written not in ink, but in something dark, dry, and definitely red. The letters jagged, uneven, as if they had been hasty-written down in pure terror. Blood.

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?”

"This is—wow." Zac chuckled softly. "My grandfather was a big reader. He quoted literature as if he were a human book himself." I turned to look at Zac, my eyes lit up. "Zac, this is amazing." Zac shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. "I thought you'd like it." He walked over to one wall, skimming the shelves until he pulled out a book. "I wanted you to have this." I looked at the book he held out for me to take. It was called "Bloom" by Kelle Hampton. I smiled at the title, meeting his eyes. "Wha—but why?"

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

“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.

The wolf answered and gave me the letter in its hands. The first thing that caught my eye was the blood stain on the envelope. “Blood?”

Shoot me now. I neared the bookstorewith a face that I already knew was red from how furiously I was blushing, and by the time I opened the doors, I knew that this encounter would go down in history, I internally groaned at how embarrassed I was, that was until I stepped through and the doors were shut behind me. He was right there like he said he would be. The only term to describe this, Locked in.