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They just couldn’t leave me alone could they, my demons. Squeezing my eyes shut, the recent nightmare came flooding back. Something bad had happened and I hadn’t been able to stop it. Bloom was lying in my arms. There was a hole in her belly like something had yanked our pup out of her, a pool of blood around her throat. She was dead. I shook her but there was no response. Her eyes were wide open and lifeless, and her skin was death-cold. Then I roared in anger and when I looked down again, it wasn’t Bloom anymore. It was Maria. Maria with an arrow deep in her chest like the day she died.

THE TOURNAMENT JessBlue “No," LD screams, but Cameron does not listen to his pleas! “Stupid, stupid Bampire you are. How dare you try to pull a stunt like this? Guard cut her throat if you must but destroy her in front of her beloved mate.” As these Bampires start to brutally attack me, I stare into LD's eyes, letting him know that it's over, and I accept my fate with death! I give him a small smile as tears fall and my eyes begin to close!

I grab Emily's arm and start inching backward. We're following the metal grate along the floor, back to the dumping spot where the butchers used to offload the blood and viscera into the river. "Stop!" The blond shouts, advancing on us through the smoke. He raises his AR, fitting it against his side. I hear a dull clang as I step on a hinged grate. Keeping my eye on Zajac's men, I press the toe of my shoe against the corner of the grate, trying to lift it without using my hands.

*** My tongue was sticking to the roof of my mouth, and my stomach growling in hunger. I knew I was suspended in the air again, but in a different room. A sound penetrated my hazy mind. Prying my eyelids apart was a challenge, but I managed, and instantly wished I hadn’t. Bright light filled the room, making my eyes burn and tear up. My eyes locked on a puddle of blood and followed it to the source. Two bodies lay a few feet away, a man and a woman, ripped to pieces similar to the way Christy Carmichael had been killed with their organs littering the floor around them.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

Henry soon ceases his struggle for breath. Blossom sniffs the air, her instincts steering her toward Liza, who is nearby. She follows the blood trail on the ground, navigating past overturned tables and a grim assortment of werewolf and human remains, some still recognizable, others lost to chaos. Her path leads her to the grisly area where bodies hang suspended from meat hooks, a morbid reminder of the horrors that have unfolded.

"Eve Spencer, just get over here now! I swear I didn't mean to do it!" She hung up right away after saying that. I didn't have time to think. I grabbed my coat and ran out. By the time I arrived at the kindergarten, my mind was still spinning. A crowd had gathered in the yard. A white car was parked diagonally on the playground. A child was lying in front of it. His body looked small curled up. The blue hoodie he had on was soaked through with blood. Esther crouched nearby while she cried. The moment she saw me, she ran over and tried to hug me.

Together with Gio. We walked into the house and the first thing I saw was a dead body on the ground with a pool of blood around him. Fucking hell. I think he shit himself. 'Come on, be silent.' Gio whispered. I squeezed his hand in response, afraid someone would hear me when I would speak out loud. I heard screaming and triggers being pulled. I saw Lucas and Damien standing in the door and I let out a big sigh of relieve. 'Fucking hell, boys. You made me pee myself a little.'