Carrie Blood Prom Novels & Stories

“I saw you getting kidnapped during your ceremony tomorrow. I’m not sure how it happens. I just see you being tossed into a van and drove away. Gavin and Cade chase after the van, but they don’t make it in time.” “Is it one of my catering vans or did they bring one of their own?” “One of yours.” “Okay, keep going.” “The next thing I see is you laying on a floor. Covered in blood and not breathing.” “Okay. Where is the blood coming from?” “I honestly can’t tell. The dress is more red than white. It’s like they took a hose and let it hit your chest and watched it run down you.” “That probably means I cut someone’s throat open.”

Carrie The more blood rushed out of the man’s arm like a stream that was just released from the bondage of thick rocks, the more Kante derived pleasure from that moment. I, on the other hand, who was throwing up hopefully the last batch of the weird liquid mixture that just came out of me, wondered if Kante was in any way in his right mind. Regardless of his desire or thirst for blood, he had no right to walk into that room and carve deep pain into Mr. Calmar’s arm.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't do anything he could to make sure it was him. "Open your mouth" Cassandra ordered. They only stared at her. "The blood castle is spelled for vampires, so you need vampire blood in you to see it and enter" She explained. That made a lot of sense. If they had known that, they could have just taken blood from Kim and avoided this whole mess. Cassandra bit the tip of her finger and let a couple drops of blood fall into each other their mouths. Seb expected it to be gross and coppery but it wasn't. Her blood was surprising sweet, yet bitter at the same time.

I swung out of the corner and forced the accelerator down, as far as it would go. I’d shoved my head through the doorway when I’d stopped at home to grab my car. My Dads needed to know what was happening, and I’d wanted to get changed. Veronica’s blood was soaked into my thin jumper, and it coated the sleeves of my jacket. Then I’d remembered the trick I’d used the night my face had been cut, leaving it forever scarred: blood was the best bait there was. With blood covering my torso, there was no way Cyrus would be able to hide his vampiric nature from me. It would give me a definitive answer, one that even his charm and seduction could not evade.

I asked quietly. His eyes locked on mine. "Are you sure you want to know?" When I nodded, he cleared his throat. "Prince Metis brought a few of his friends to the club. Apparently, one of them was a half-vampire with poor compulsion skills. Carrie was assigned to their room, to that half-vampire. She regained consciousness in the middle of the feeding. She panicked, and so did he… He snapped her neck." My mouth opened. My brain looked for words, but none came out. I wanted to cry or scream in anger, but nothing could have brought her back. "What about Carol?" I strained instead.

their pair was very short of pants and sleeveless shirt showed a little her belly. I kept our sponsor Gabriel when the wildermic won was overlooked from its shirt and a few drops of blood. He holds the edge of her shirt and carried the carrieys handed away. "I'm fine." Carlisia said she was his head. "Can anticide an infection if it is not treated correctly. I will not hurt Carly." She replaced it again and he closed her eyes when she felt her shirt up to her chest while touching the cold air leather excused. Look at her trunk with sharp eyes. It was infected with buried burns and wounded in her side leaving without treatment. "God, Carly. How did this happen?" Humps. "I have been told me."

Or perhaps deep resentment? Carrie's thoughts drifted back to an event eleven years ago when she was a young university student in Australia. A charming man then had captured her heart. They became close, but one night, something happened that she had never wanted. Since that night, Carrie had refused to see or be near him again. Yet here they were, unexpectedly reunited. The sound of a car engine stopping in front of her house snapped Carrie out of her reverie. Dressed in a long black sleeveless dress, she rose from the sofa and stepped outside. After opening the door, she walked towards the sleek black SUV parked in front of her gate.

Sara. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the scene before me. The vibrant color of blood oozing onto the white carpet sent a shiver down my spine, and the metallic scent filled the room, making me dizzy with fear. Her body lay crumpled on the once-luxurious carpet, the rich crimson of her blood seeping into its fibers. Her limbs twisted unnaturally, her face locked in a silent scream. But it was the knife—deep, jagged, and still embedded in her chest—that burned into my mind. The air left my lungs as I took a step forward. “Sara,” I whispered, the word barely audible. My heart clenched as memories of her kindness, her sacrifices, collided with the brutal reality before me.

I mean I should be feeling better by now. We make our way out of the room and back into the bar and the scene, I mean it's like a scene from Carrie. Blood is splattered everywhere, on the ground, on the walls and then there are bodies everywhere, some decapitated and some with their hearts ripped out. “You did remember me saying that you should take some prisoners right?” I ask Damon. “We did.” He says with a smirk on his face and I just shake my head and the dizzy spell comes again and this time it makes me want to throw up.

“Do you think it’s funny to come to my house and trash it!? How did you get my number!?” My nostrils flair as I attempt to release her surprisingly tight grip. She’s so small that I don’t want to hurt her. “I haven’t done anything to you. What messages? I don’t even know your number.” Carrie’s face reddens as her rage heightens. “Don’t lie! It has to be you! It only makes sense. I know what you did for that bastard! You can pretend that you were a victim, but I know what you did!” She screams, garnering the attention of the retreating crowd. “You helped that monster! Did you kill Billy because he knew too much!?”