Bloody Murder 2: Closing Camp Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

"Fuck y—" I pulled the trigger cutting him off and a loud pop was heard. There was a gasp of breath and then silence. Utter and complete silence. I stared at Robertson, his pitch black eyes open, but glazed over and lifeless. Empty. Hollow. Opened wide in his final death throes. He was limp against the wall. And in the middle of his forehead was a tiny hole where my bullet had gone. Thick blood ran down his face and my smile widened at the sight.

My eyes had started to be droopy and the last thing I know I blacked out. And here I was in a room , with just my inner garments and cuffs around my hands and legs. The room was darks and there was a little light coming through from a little window that was a bit higher at the wall. I sighed heavily as I started thinking of how stupid I was to trust a stranger so easily. The door opened and I saw a male shadow walk towards me. When he became visible, the anger that I had inside me only increased. “You.” I seethed. Claus glanced at me with a mischievous smile edged on his face.

Some of their stuff was still there except for the dried blood everywhere and maybe a little skin accompanied with rotten smells and the smell of blood. She had to hold her breath as she walked in and out of each cabin, she didn’t know Danica’s cabin but her flashlight caught the campfire they sit around to hear stories from their camp ranger. She could see bloody blankets on the floor, also more blood but nothing that belonged to Danica or gave hints of whatever happened there. Only a blood covered dead flash light that must have belonged to their camp ranger.

“What they’re hiding from you.” His gaze sharpened. “They said you’d say that.” He stepped inside, slow and deliberate. “But there’s something you should know too,” he continued, voice lower now. “When I close my eyes... I see blood. And a woman screaming.” He looked down at his hands. “They were covered in it.” My heart thudded. “Callum,” I whispered, “you don’t remember what happened.” He looked up. And for a heartbeat, something flickered in his eyes.

And then— A shadow. A towering person stepping through the opening. A deep, growling voice, cold as ice. And a logo, red like blood, stitched onto the killer’s chest. The Blood Crimson Alpha. My breathing turned ragged, my hands gripping the blanket tightly. The memories slammed into me like a wave, choking, drowning. I didn’t want to see them, but they wouldn’t stop. "No," I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to block them out. My body jerked, turning on the bed. My heart pounded, my chest tightened. My nails dug into my hands. "Stop. Stop. Stop."

Alex whispered in my ear and I almost shuddered in disgust, if I was able to move. Damon came closer with big strides and left behind a trail of blood and bodies. Suddenly Logan was beside him and my heart stuttered. My friends were still here, in the middle of a vampire murder scene. Logan and Damon walked side by side and managed to clear a bigger path together. I looked around for Kenna and Jane, frantically searching for them but everything moved too fast.

She couldn't face betrayals anymore. "Ahhh.." Valerie screamed as she forced the sword to apart her skin one last time. This is gonna be the end! This is the end. So my dear readers. This is the end of the FORBIDDEN BLOOD book 1( but not the end of the story.) The story is continued in the sequel of the book FORBIDDEN BLOOD 2 exclusively on B*****t. I want you guys to shower the comment section with your comments as I want you to enlighten me about your thoughts on my story.

He says in a strong voice. I nod as I walk to the bathroom and close the door behind me. I take off the sweatshirt Damon let me borrow, and I turn on the bathroom light to face the mirror, screaming as I do; I didn’t realize it was this bad. My clothes are covered in blood, and now I can’t get the picture of Mike’s bloody body out of my head. The screams that were heard and the way his eyes stared blankly into mine as he was dying…

She would be near family and away from the judging eyes of Glenville, Iowa. She turned her computer off and went to bed. She dreamt she had moved to a new city that had merged all five cities into one with the townsfolk of Glenville following her everywhere pointing and whispering ‘murderer.' She found herself in that room that she tried so hard not to remember. She was surrounded by blood and three dead faceless bodies with gunshots. She heard herself screaming even though she hadn't actually screamed at the time. The blood kept pouring out of the bodies where the gunshots were and began filling the room. The blood was pouring and pouring out, and she watched in horror as the puddle grew un