Novel & Cerita Bloody Letter

Pressing my fingers to my temple, I replied helplessly, "What do you mean, 'do'? We're not the mafia here. Can you speak like a normal person, please?" "Are you just going to sit back and let this slide? I'm not okay with that." "I won't let it slide." I would not do anything reckless, but I would not let Ethan get off easy either. I wanted him to remember my name for the rest of his life. I wanted it etched into his heart, burned into his skin, a mark so deep that it could never be erased even if he scraped off his flesh. "Don't hurt her." The voice on the other end paused in surprise. "What?"

I opened it and disappeared from site. As usual I went back to my best place. The place that I always feel at home. When I arrived there, the flowers had wonderfully bloomed and their scent was quite intoxicating. I squatted down to get the flower that was near. I couldn’t reach it, so I tried once again to reach it. This time, I saw a pair of shoes walk towards me as the hands plucked it and handled it to me. I gazed at the mam then at the flower in my hand.

Unfolding the rough paper under the dim candlelight, my breath completely seized inside my throat, as I read the content of the letter: "THE WHITE WOLF, CHILD OF PERDITION, SHALL BE KILLED BEFORE HE DESTROYS OUR WORLD."

The girl looked hurried, as though she was running away from something. Time felt like it split. Yoren’s wolf spirit howled, not in anger but because of something far more primal. A certainty settled in Yoren’s mind. Primordial essence. Lumerys. “Alpha!” Fabrizio exclaimed in panic. He rushed up to Yoren. “Are you all right?” Yoren blinked, snapping out of his brief state of shock. His gaze dimmed, then sharpened again. “I’m fine.” However, Fabrizio only became more alarmed when he saw blood on Yoren’s hand. “Alpha, are you hurt?”

Her body froze completely. “What happened, Arie?” Emery clutched Ariella's hand which made Ariella take her eyes upward from that letter to look at Emery. Emery turned startled, seeing tears glistening in the corner of Ariella's eyes. “Hey! What happened? What's written in…” “It's written with blood,” Ariella halted her in the middle. Her words widened Emery's eyes. “What?” Emery sounded aghast. She took that paper from Ariella and looked at it. She even smelt it like her and Ariella was right. That letter was written with blood. It had that vigorous smell of blood.

(Leo Bloodstone POV) I'll pause for a moment, because at this point in the story, I am sure that you are wondering two different things. First, how could I possibly memorize such a long letter after reading it just one time? In response to that question, I will say two things: 1) I am both a werewolf and an alpha, which means that I have all sorts of abilities that an average human does not have; and 2) you try forgetting a letter that explains so much of a tragedy that has impacted your entire life.

It came from Auria holding a letter. “What? What is it?” Azrick asked, and abruptly took the letter from her hand. He looked at it and his eyes lit up. “Jackpot!” he whispered. Another letter, the same handwriting, the same use of words, and the same contents written on the envelope. “Did we find a clue? Oh no.” Jack looked at the letter too and was crestfallen. His face was overwhelmed with worry and looked at the state of the actress. In their possession was another warning from the same person. But this time, the ink is not black, but red. And by the iron- like smell, it must have been blood.

Trust no one until their loyalty is proven through blood and beyond doubt. We depart now, leaving no trace of our identity, for anonymity shields us. But rest assured, Alice, our vigilant eyes are fixed upon you, patient and relentless. Choose your next steps wisely, as time is running out. Yours in mystery, Your enigma. "What the fuck is this?" I whispered. As I read the puzzling words inscribed on the letter, a flurry of emotions swirled within me. Anger and fear intertwined like venomous snakes, constricting my heart.

I finally exhaled, a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I'd been holding all night. “Someone left us a letter,” I said quietly. Avery straightened fully now, the hangover fog lifting. Her gaze drifted from my face to the envelope still lying on my lap. “What kind of letter?” she asked. “The kind you don’t ignore.” I replied She stretched forth her hand and quickly snatched the letter from me, her face draining of color as she read it fast… then again, slower this time. Leonardo fucking Blackwood!!” She screamed, her eyes wide in horror.

"Oh I see. Then watch how I destroy you and everything you love" " You.. wouldn't " I stammered. "Really" he laughed, "remember who I am-JG". " JG...you're the famous JG" I stuttered hardly believing my ears. "Flesh and Blood.So Freddie, do what's right or else this is going to turn out way more than you expected" he said as he turned and walked away leaving me stunned and confused as ever.