Book Bleed Novels & Stories

“You’re so scheming. Who knows if you’ll pretend to cooperate now, then secretly take labor-inducing pills and deliver early? No, that child can’t stay. Even if Martin found out, he’d back me.” She cut me off, called two bodyguards over, and had me escorted straight into the blood-drawing room. When the cold needle pierced my vein, I closed my eyes and trembled. The doctor drew 400cc of my blood. As he prepared to remove the needle, Clara frowned and demanded, “This isn’t enough. Draw more!” The doctor protested, uneasy. “But drawing more would be dangerous.” Clara waved him off. “It’s okay. She’s healthy, so take more. I only worry that Tricia won’t have enough.”

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

As Maya gathered her charcoal sticks, a heavy, obsidian-black crow suddenly flapped down onto the stone ledge outside the tall lecture hall window, tapping its sharp beak twice against the glass. Elena’s posture went instantly rigid. She materialized beside Maya’s desk without making a single sound, her hand dropping onto Maya's shoulder. "Do not look at the glass, Maya," she whispered, her velvety voice laced with a freezing, razor-sharp tension. Nadia looked up, her breath catching as she noticed the bird. Tucked tightly into the leather strap around the crow’s leg was a small, rolled cylinder of heavy, cream-colored vellum—the unmistakable seal of the Blackwood Sanctuary.