Carrie Blood Prom Novels & Stories

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

*************************************** ‘No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!!!, not again, pleeeeeee---ase!!!’ ‘Yer like that, hoe, huh?’ A slap across the face. ‘Like this right?!!’ Another one and a kick to the ribs. She felt a metallic taste in her mouth and spat out saliva only to discover it was blood. That was the scenario in Carrie’s shack at Parllew street taking place after an obviously irked Harry stormed into her shack and caught her in bed with her one-night stand cum boyfriend when she should be out working.

Several Badbloods lined at the entrance with huge torches on their hand. "What's happening?" she whispered to Sisi. Sisi didn't answer. She's also scared and shocked of everything that happened. The carnage was very overwhelming. "Oh I love this part" Leni said. "Open the cells!" she shouts. The cells? What's happening? A winged Badblood flew down towards the wall on the ground of the arena and pulled open a latch. Everyone fell silent. The sound of metals screeching filled the space. Then a gate slowly opened just as the winged Badblood flew up quickly away from the ground. Then the gate burst open pouring out Reapers.

He turns to the line of mini-cars, as does Trent. Carrie is missing. Big Jim spins, confused—just as Carrie, rising behind him, brings down a short length of pipe on the back of his head. He collapses to the pavement, pistol spinning beneath a mini-car. Kill him, we tell Trent. Otherwise he’ll never stop hunting you. I can’t kill anyone! You did it this morning! Shut up! Trent shudders, his knees trembling. Don’t talk about it. Carrie tosses the pipe aside and runs to Trent. “Fucker shot you,” she says.

They knew they had to do everything they could to save Caroline. Ralph quickly explained the details of the ritual, and Emma and Sabrina set to work, gathering the necessary ingredients. They worked quickly, their hearts pounding with fear and anticipation. Finally, everything was ready. Ralph took Caroline's hand and cut it with a silver blade, letting her blood drip onto the ground. Emma and Sabrina chanted ancient words, their voices growing louder and more powerful with each passing moment. Suddenly, Caroline's body began to glow with a bright light. The ground shook, and the air filled with the sound of howling wolves. Emma and Sabrina continued chanting, their voices growing more urgen

Could it really be that case? Suddenly, the door of the office was opened. It was Carrie who was a little panting and had a serious look on her face. It was clear that she ran towards the office. “Blake... Arthur... the two of you are here...” She said in between pants. “Something important happened...” What could happen that made Carrie panic like this? A cold glint appeared in my eyes. “Explain,” I ordered. “I just received a report. The second base of the Blood Hound Pack was attacked last night, and they managed to kill Alpha Kain’s right hand man!”

I nearly vоmіt when I rеаlіzе thеу’rе ѕоmе оf thе mеn whо аttасkеd Aрrіl and mе. “Boy’s, mееt lіttlе Carrie,” she tells thеm. “She’s bееn mаkіng a nuisance of herself lately, but it’s оkау now. We’re gоіng tо turn this lіttlе threat іntо аn asset. Whо wаntѕ tо go first?”

I expected Ali to be here with a Kunai knife between my legs, not whoever this is, with blood splashed over her face and neck. I look up to find Carley with her arms crossed with blood speckles all over her. She rushes to me the moment she notices my face. Tears are sliding down her face. “Are you okay? Is any of this blood yours?” I asked her. She gives this incredulous look. “Are you kidding me right now, Ransom Gabriel Oaks-Fuchs?!” “Dude, you are missing an eye,” an adorable girl who looks a lot like Romeo from Tempest points out unhelpfully.

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. "

Kai would never have let Mia leave without my permission. I jump to my feet, rushing out of the bedroom, and I make my way to the front door, taking the stairs three at a time. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, my feet come to an abrupt halt when a river of crimson flows into the apartment. Cautiously, I pull the door open, and my gaze falls upon three of my men lying in a pool of their own blood. Their throats have been cut, and a message written in blood is smeared across the elevator door.