Captain White Blood Meridian Novels & Stories

Margaret just stayed calm, she did have an unwavering confidence. “We are now in the den of wolves” Evelyn broke the three minutes silence that started when the werewolves left. Margaret shrugged. Her sister was always so dramatic. Weren’t these wolves the same ones that saved her from those dragon birds? “Evelyn, right?” the pack doctor returned to the room. Evelyn sprang from her seat, raising her hand. “The boy’s strong meridians aren’t receiving blood from the veins. His weak meridians are and can’t handle the blood so spurts it out. Is he really alive?” he adjusted his glasses.

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

"If I can get in contact with the thing...maybe it'll guide me. The captain ain't helpin' and Lord knows that kid ain't goin' to go anything but make it worse. If his blood will free us or lift the curse then so be it." He threw the rolled-up cigarette into the sand, grinding it deep with his heel. The ash burned at the hard skin of his bare feet but the pain barely touched him. "Get over here!" He called out to two men returning from the wooded glades. Blood of a small animal stained their shirt and sweat blended in an unpleasant oil painting on their skin. Blake didn't want to know what they had been doing. Having been around the slums of the docks and seen what went on behind the closed d

Loveth murmured quietly to herself as she stared at Nicholas picture on the magazine The flash of white teeth, the unexpected dazzle of his smile, caused a strange sensation to creep over her, rather like the feeling of sinking into a hot bath after a gray winter day. She was always cold. The damp, overcast climate of the city seemed to sink into her bones, and in spite of her liberal use of foot warmers, lap blankets, hot baths, and brandy-laced tea, she was never far from feeling the chill. " we are here ." The drivers voice broke into her thought and she immediately threw away the magazine like she had recovered from a spell .

Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it… “White hair. A gene of the moonblood line. Cursed. Prophecies surround them.” It’s a whisper in a foreign language. But somehow, I understand it. “The rest of them were killed. She’s the last of their kind, she must be killed.” And I succumb to the blackness. I don’t struggle, no, I go willingly. But just before my mind blanks, I make up my mind. When I wake up, I will leave Ashbane pack. I will run, and I will hide.

"Rest, Judy. Your brother is still holding the ledger. The wolves who drew this blood will pay their debts tenfold before the moon turns." At exactly eight o'clock that evening, Cedric Whitmore arrived at the medical wing of the secure sector to inspect Bianca. His boots dragged against the linoleum, his mind burning with deep frustration because Bianca had violated his direct deployment codes by sneaking into the Blackwell territory, resulting in her capture and brief detention by Ronan’s enforcers. He couldn't comprehend how his primary bloodline had produced such an undisciplined asset. Despite the fury rotting his gut, he had driven to the clinic after Helena’s constant radio complaints.

“I need to finish this, secure Mercy, and be on my way. I need to obtain more of Jules Edison’s blood before anything untoward occurs to him.” “I’m afraid that task must be abandoned,” Sigrid sensed there was more to the story about Bianca’s unexpected death than Leighton had revealed but did not have the time to dig into it. She had to ensure that Leighton, Meguitte, and Connery were on task. If she was right and the Mer were invading because of the water illness, resolving it would perhaps de-escalate the invasion. “Have you seen the news, Leighton? There a force invading worldwide. A massive army of soldiers with technology that has not been seen before. I believe the insignia on their ar