Bloody Romance Senses Fail Novels & Stories

I screamed as the bond breaks as I slump to the ground, holding my chest as I look up at him with a sneer on my lips and tears streaming down my cheeks. “I accept your rejection.” The last cord of the bond snaps like an elastic band. The room spins as I feel something warm trickle down my legs. Looking down, I see blood. “I’m sorry, my baby…” I whisper, holding my lower abdomen. My mouth feels like I have cotton wool lodged in it. Turning my gaze to Damien he anxiously bites his lower lip. Guilt and remorse flash in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His hands lift me up as he screams for a doctor. Carrying me away as the world around me turns black.

Roman’s P.O.V The warmth had totally fled from Snow’s body. I held her, my hands trembling with helplessness I had never really known except the day my blood was cursed. No matter how much of my cursed lycan blood I desperately forced past her lips, she remained deathly still, her once-soft skin turning a sickly shade of blue. I pressed my forehead to hers, inhaling a scent that was already fading, slipping through my grasp like fucking smoke. FUCK!

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

because he had sampled every inch of her as part of their deal. “Her cunt tastes like jasmine honey,” The assassin licked his lips. “Isn’t that right, Alpha?” An overwhelming feeling of anguish mixed with shame overwhelmed my senses as spots of red colored my vision, making me dizzy as an electric pulse of warm heat rushed through every nerve in my body. Everything went red. And then black as my body burned with anger. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground and everyone else was dead, my claws and fangs dripping with blood and tasting of flesh.

But instead of mercy, her cries only seemed to excite him. Damian's eyes lit up with excitement at the sound of his name on her lips, his thrusts growing more forceful. Aurora felt a strange mix of anger and despair, her body betraying her once again as it responded to his touch despite the pain. His eyes never left hers, holding her gaze as if challenging her to break.

She smeared her blood-soaked hands down Elias’s chest, who jerked away with his mouth agape. “I’m the Goddess of Jealousy, and I am tired of sharing you, my love.” She turned her glowing eyes my way and the poison seeping through my veins began to boil. Color slowly leeched from my vision as my hold over my wolf faded completely. Just as my bones began to break and shift, every window within the brothel exploded in a sea of glass. Screams rang out as naked bodies were sliced with flying shards. People scrambled to get away, rushing to the doors which refused to open.

I sway with his motion, but my lids keep betraying me; I want to live this moment; who knows when it will happen again, but everything feels too…hot. “Alba!” His voice sounds desperate as he detaches the hand imprisoning me so I can face him. “You are bleeding! Are you okay?” Okay? What part of me looks okay? In one breath, I hate him with everything inside me, but in the next, I near climax by his hand. Crimson drops fall like tears from my nose to stain my cream gown. “Alba! Alba?” The Lycan snaps his fingers before me like a magician hoping his last trick works, but darkness claims me.

Roman’s cruel laughter fills the room, his satisfaction evident as he watches her suffer. “She will make sure that a human blooded like you should never be born into this world again,” Roman sneers, his voice dripping with malice. As I watch the scene unfold, the person who was until now crying in pain suddenly goes limp, her eyes rolling back into her head as the mysterious liquid takes effect. Roman’s twisted experiment has succeeded, leaving me horrified at the depths of his cruelty and the fate that awaits me next.

Colour drained from my face. Before I could protest, before I could even think, Damien moved. A rush of wind hit my skin as he used his vampire speed, the entire world blurring around us. I barely had time to process what was happening before we reached his room. With effortless ease, he kicked the door open with his foot and stepped inside. My breath caught in my throat. The scent of his room was overwhelming—dark, musky, and intoxicating. The large bed in the centre of the room looked far too menacing now. My heartbeat refused to slow. Sweat beaded on my forehead as a chilling realization settled over me. I had just dug my own grave. The moment Damien stepped into his room with me in his a

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.