Novel & Cerita Carrie Blood Prom

Saying shit inaudibly. “Got that?” “Got that right ma'am.” Only if she had never tasted anything other than freshly squeezed fruit juices. Speaking of breaking stuff, I wasn't like one of those crazy Texas kids who are high-ranked wreckers We got to the hotel where the prom was venued. We were late because I had to let the effects of those drugs die down. Some teenagers were already at the entrance of the reception taking pictures with their family members. “We've got to find a decent place to take pics; this place is ridden with a bunch of teenagers.” Miss Beatrice had a smothering look on her face as she surveyed the room.

Vlad said, then she heard heavy footsteps getting closer…no, there was another person behind her, she could feel his presence as well and then she could hear Vlad slowly approaching her as well… . She tired to keep her breathing under control, she tried to push done those images and memories that kept flashing in her mind. Rain brought her hand down and looked at it. Blood. It was her blood on her fingers… The red color, there was no mistaking it... It was happening again, she knew what would come next... He would grab her hair. Vlad grabbed her hair and pulled it back till her eyes met his, she could feel strands of her hair pulling out from his tight grip and it made her eyes water.

Her shoulders are squared, her hands white-knuckled on the reins. 'What is it?' I ask, my hand dropping to the hilt of my blade. She doesn't answer immediately. She just points. Ahead, where the road curves sharply around a jagged outcropping of black stone, something blocks the way. It isn't a landslide, or a fallen tree. It’s a carriage, splintered, ruined, and overturned. Horses lie dead in their traces, their throats cut with clinical precision. And standing in the center of the road, amidst the wreckage, is a figure.

Leonard, meanwhile, sat at the head of the table with the men, his voice calm but commanding, like he was orchestrating a symphony only he could hear. Dinner began. Conversation buzzed. I tried to steady my hands as I lifted my glass, pretending the crystal didn’t tremble against my fingers. And then it happened. The wine slipped before I even realized it—scarlet liquid blooming like blood across the lap of Bianca Moretti, the wife of the rival boss himself. The hall stilled. Forks paused mid-air. “Oh God….” I reached for a napkin, mortified, but Bianca caught my wrist before I could dab at the spreading stain.

He stepped forward, his massive frame towering over the vampire as he looked down into the folds of the cloak. The Alpha's dark eyes instantly narrowed as he caught the visual markers of the crisis. Brynn’s face was pale, her soft jasmine scent heavily laced with the metallic, intoxicating tang of primordial vampire blood. But what Garick saw first—what caused his wolf instincts to flare with a protective panic—were the thin, smoky purple-and-black tracks of the Blood-born venom still faintly webbing across her collarbone. They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system.

"I told him about the blood moon discovery, and we both laughed at the irony because Adam had named our pack Blood Moon Pack. I told him about combining the sun and moon magic, and he was thrilled about it. I was about to tell him about the plotting bloods when he stood up and ran out of the room. I did not know where he was going. It all happened so fast, and I was shocked. I got up and traced his scent. I followed him to the king's quarters. What I saw was terrifying. There was blood at the entrance with three dead blood enforcers. I was in shock, and I began to shake. I walked into the apartment, and Margret stood in her house robe in shock, stained with blood. It was partly her blood and

"Then die together. The Pact will be signed in your blood." ​As the spear descended, a sudden chime echoed through the vault. It was the codex. It had flipped open, its pages turning with a sound like autumn leaves. A brilliant beam of violet light shot upward from the book, piercing the cavern ceiling and creating a pillar of energy that trapped Catherine in its center. ​The woman shrieked as the light began to strip away the shadows she had woven around herself. She wasn't just losing her power; she was being unmade.

Purple, she was now a Dark Princess, and white signified purity, AKA, she's single. The rest of the ceremony was a blur. I remember the cheers as I walked before everyone. I remember looking out and everyone bowing on one knee before me, save Arisa as she was my blood partner. I remember raising the small bowl and feeling everyone's blood trickling down my throat. I felt an odd sensation of being connected. A shiver had wracked through me at the time, and for a second I felt each of them burn through me. Instantly I knew all their names and their history up until they gave me their blood.

People gathered in one place. Watching. Whispering. My heart dropped. “Move!” I barked loudly as I reached them. They parted immediately. No one dared to stand in my way. I pushed through them without hesitation, my eyes scanning the ground desperately until— I saw her. Carian. She was lying there. Still. Too fucking still. Her clothes were stained with blood, the color dark against the fabric, spreading slowly, and for a second my mind refused to accept what I was seeing. “No…” I whispered.

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###