Novel & Cerita Bloody Letter

Hot, dark red blood welled up from the cut, dripping onto the desk. I pressed my bleeding, trembling hand directly onto the bottom of the parchment, leaving a dark crimson handprint perfectly stamped over my name. A blood-seal. It carried the pure, undeniable scent of my Lycan soul. It proved every single word was the truth. "Guards!" I roared at the top of my lungs. The doors flew open. My two fastest, most elite Lycan Knights rushed into the study, bowing instantly. I rolled the parchment tightly and shoved the blood-sealed letter directly into the lead knight's chest plate.

I open the letter and just three words, bold, in all caps and written with blood. “I’M COMING ISA” my heart drops.

he shouted, his eyes fixed on the blood in my hand and the letter. “What the hell is this?” he screamed. “It’s nothing. To open the fae letter, I needed blood.” “I know about that. It just needs a drop of blood, not a gallon! It looks as if someone was murdered here!” Well, that was a bit of exaggeration, wasn’t it? Then I looked down at the blood still dripping from my hand onto the table and the floor. Well, maybe not… Why hadn’t it stopped bleeding already? Was the wound that deep?

This was not a scenario I had anticipated, but I was prepared to do whatever it took to keep her safe. I gently took the letter from her hands, my eyes scanning the words that were scrawled in a sinister crimson hue. Each letter seemed to bleed onto the page, a chilling testament to the danger that lurked. As I read the words, a cold shiver ran down my spine. The letter was filled with grotesque threats, detailing the ways in which the sender planned to harm Annabelle . It was evident that whoever had written this was filled with malice and harbored a deep vendetta against her.

Their petals were deep violet, almost black, blooming despite the chill. “What are these?” “Belladonna.” She raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that poisonous?” Rhys smiled without looking at her. “Only if you swallow it.” She glanced back toward the mansion, just visible through the fog. “Did someone leave that letter for me?” He stilled. His fingers hovered above the roots. “What letter?” he asked. She hesitated. “In my room. Crimson wax seal. No name. It was… left on my floor. Like someone had just been there.”

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

I looked around but could see a man in black and black somewhere and it made me a little scared but I gathered my courage and looked down at my basket to check if anything was missing from the products I picked out. I saw a letter covered in red colour, it wasn't just any kind of red, it was the blood kind of red; it looked like they had dipped it under red paint and raised it after it had absorbed the colour. This made me scared so I dropped all the baskets immediately in fear. I knelt on the floor and picked up the letter while my hands and my body shook. I opened it up slowly until it was fully opened, all it contained was a blood stain and a picture of a knife piercing through the chest

Moreover who listens to best friend until and unless some problem arises. Putting a full stop to my thinking, I went inside the washroom, washed up and did my morning routine.... I didn't put any makeup for obvious reasons, as i have surgeries to do and just went with a light cream and a lipstick of light pink shade.... It's actually one of my favourites... Although pink is not the colour I prefer as I am not a pink person... Well, I am black person... Let's leave as soon as possible otherwise I would be late... I went out not before locking my house and tried to look for a cab or rickshaw...

It's the way her mood switched quickly that always marveled me “Yes,” I said plainly, I was a bit disappointed in myself, like why shouldn't I have known? I held her new wig up in front of her face. “Don't get me wrong…I like it but…wow!” She held her hand to her mouth. I got her right there. “How do you like it now?” I turned her wig into what looked like the color of my heart. Vantablack. Just like my heart. Just like the thick furs of my wolf, I would love it to be the color of my blood, but unfortunately, it is a dark brick of red liquid.

He broke the werewolf royal seal, flipping the cover over to show crème paper. My hands were sweating, eyes wide. A part of me wanted to delay to read the letter yet again, I wanted to just rip it open and see what happened. Ziss. My girl. Dante pulled the letter out with the paper clean. He bit into his thumb and dropped his blood on the edge of the paper. Words began appearing, my heart hammering so hard it was all I heard for those split seconds. I scooted closer, eyes already running through the paper yet I could not see with how a mess I was.