Bloody Romance Senses Fail Novels & Stories

his voice lower and I whirl to look at him, "I know" and a second later he too turned his head to look at me, our eyes met and everything around me went round in circles of blank and all I could see was the dark color of his eyes staring deeply into mine. Now that he was close to me I can see his face even without the source of light radiated inside this place. I could see him. What's wrong with me now? A lazy smile decorated my lips when I observed his face, his eyes- in dark color but I couldn't identify whether it was brown or pitch black. His hair is in dirty blonde color which I couldn't deny but- it suited him.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

"There were others much younger than her who thrived, even in the Council. We are done talking!" Another man steps forward with a glass, punctures the toothless prisoner's flesh, and fills his glass with blood. My chest heaves and I freeze. My knees buckle as violent tremors shoot through my body. Cold sweat drips down my back. In my ears beats the rhythm of my heart. I swoon at the sight of so much blood. But the man with blue eyes and a warm voice holds me steady when I sway. What in heaven is happening here?

The blade darkens in a red red tone of blood when I slide it to his throat, making the knife bite Jonathan's skin and flesh until I can feel the bone. "I warned you not to call me love " I growls. He opens his mouth as if to scream, but ends up choking on his own blood. Blood that immediately wets my hands, the dress, and my face the moment I stand up and move my hair away from my eyes. Jonathan convulses, sliding into a lying position until his head is hitting the ground and his body vibrating with the tremors of death. I won't walk away this time. I force myself to watch every second that your breath fades, being invaded by the cold and the impotence of a night fifteen years ago.

Liam knew he couldn't afford to let the rogue get the upper hand, so he quickly charged forward with all his might, his senses heightened by his hunger. As he lunged at the rogue, the two collided with a deafening thud, and Liam felt the rogue's claws rake across his side. The pain was excruciating, but Liam pushed through it, determined to prevail. He could feel his own strength growing with each passing moment, fueled by the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins.

"I'm assuming you'll have to move into his room. Or maybe you'll both have to move into another room." I can't help myself but blush at the thought of sharing a room with the prince. I actually tried not to dwell on the fact that he's just on the other end of the hall because I felt I would go crazy from all the thoughts. I closed my eyes and tried to shake the images away. "Are you okay, my lady?" Genevieve asks, concerned in her voice. "You look red. Do you have a fever?" She placed her hand on my forehead and I tried to quickly but politely remove it before she realized I was perfectly fine…just blushing so much from inappropriate thoughts.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

Too close. Rain dripped through the broken ceiling around us. Dust clung to his hair. Blood marked his skin. His eyes were all gold and grief. The bond pulled. Not violently. Not like before. Soft. Asking. That was worse. Damien’s gaze dropped to my mouth. Mine dropped to his. The warning whispered through me. Do not let your love become the key. But this did not feel like love. Not cleanly. It felt like grief. Want. Rage.

As still as a log, my heart the opposite, doing all sorts of weird dancing in my chest. His nose touches mine, his lips quiver, and one more inch, just one more inch, and he'd reach me. One more inch and he'd taste me, and I'd taste him. One more inch and my control would shatter, my brain would shut down completely, and— "—Dante." In a flash, faster than the speed of light, Dante is on the other side of the balcony, and I'm tripping over my dress and staggering to the opposite end.

but her chest rose and fell too fast. Ronan’s lips twitched. “You call that making out? You’re easily impressed.” Scarlet smirked through the hurt. “I’ve seen better acting in a sewer rat’s mating season.” Alaric coughed, hiding a grin that he quickly regretted when Ronan shot him a deadly glare. But Ronan wasn’t angry...no, he was intrigued. Scarlet was supposed to crumble, to plead, to act small. Instead, she was snarling back like she had claws. And that did something dangerous to him.