Bloody Money Novels & Stories

Blood flooded the front of her body and her white hair was now dyed red. The only thing they could do now was to wait until the people who were going to pick them up realize this mess and came before the situation really got out of hand. Without any lighting, the place looked very tense coupled with the female vampire who had lost control of herself and was filled with thirst. The seconds seemed to go by so slowly. And when the people, who supposed to pick them up, arrived, in two black vans, which then stopped right in front of Kyril and Dom, a person got out of one of them. Someone they didn't expect at all.

I pried it open, and there it was. Stacks of money. Not drug cash. Old bills, euros, dollars, even gold coins. Blood money. Russo’s rainy-day stash. Worth millions. And in that moment, everything in me changed. I knew what Antonioni would say… Take the men, leave the cash. The Shadow King didn’t want a war. But me? I saw my chance. My freedom. “Lorenzo, what are you doing?” Antonioni hissed in my earpiece. I delayed. I hesitated. Greed made me blind.

Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.

Well, this is the beginning of my trial-and-error method. Hell…I don't know why I'm doing this; I'm just doing it on repulse according to what my wolf had requested. I'm out here with a substantial amount of cash that I need for this item or perhaps, Rose's gift. I didn't steal the cash this time; I was lucky to find a one hundred dollar note lying in one of the bedrooms in the house, maybe Rose's aunt's, her Dad's, but I'm sure I didn't get it from Rose's room. I did what I would have done at the time I first held dollar notes in my hand, and I multiplied the single note to about twenty extra or there about. This could get me the best of the best…I guess.

I pull my wallet from my back pocket and withdraw a stack of bills. “There you go.” I throw a handful of cash and watch as the bills scatter across his bloody, broken body. “That should help with the hospital bills. Next time, you’ll be leaving in a body bag.” The last thing I see before I give in and let Roger pull me out of the warehouse is the blood soaking into the bills, the dark red spreading across green. I’ve heard it calledblood moneybefore but never considered the term literally. “I thought you were leaving the kicking ass part up to me?” Roger questions, tires squealing as we peel out of the lot.

Blood Shadow said confidently. "Fine. I'll bring the money now." Willow opened the car door and brought out the briefcase. "The 300 thousand dollars are all here in cash. You can check it," Willow said after handing the briefcase over to the assassin. Blood Shadow took the briefcase and opened it since it was not locked. He grinned when he saw all the cash inside. He took out a stack of bills and looked at it in detail. Then, he kept the briefcase and said, "No problem. News of Derek and Quentin's death will be all over Southlake City tomorrow."

I asked. "Huh?" He looked confused. "That she loves me" I replied. "Um I mean it's pretty obvious, she is always blushing whenever she is talking about you," He remarked. I hummed and dropped a bundle of dollars on the table, "Keep the rest" I mumbled and stood up. "Thank you, sir!" He jumped at the money like it was going to disappear. I left the cafe without touching the cup of coffee, it's better to be safe than sorry and someone has used my fingerprint on a cup before, I vowed never to make such mistakes again.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

“And while you’re at it, maybe explain why the fuck you thought you could stroll in here without invitation.” The suits didn’t have answers. They only had sweat, shaking hands, and a briefcase full of whatever dirty money or deals they thought would buy us. Too bad for them - we weren’t for sale. At least… not cheaply. The briefcase clicked open. Stacks of cash, neat and green, the stink of laundering all over it. I didn’t even have to sniff to know it came from backroom poker or blood fights. Maddox whistled low. “Looks like somebody had a good night at the slaughter pits.”

I fit it into the lock, turned it, pushed. The crib was still there. The rocking chair. The mobile of hand-painted stars. Daniel had said the bonds were under the crib. He'd been telling the truth. A metal box. Small. Locked. I lifted it out, set it on the table, broke the lock with a rock from the floor. Bearer bonds. Hundreds of them. Millions of dollars. Maybe billions. Blood money. Every penny. "Now what?" Lucien asked. "Now we give it back." "To who?"