Carrie Blood Prom Novels & Stories

Of course, she had to use her magic to multiply just a drop of their blood. By the time Curador, the prince of werewolves picked up the dark magic, it was too late. When they rushed to the creek, they found no one alive. With the amount of blood on the ground, everyone believed that Scarlett and Ramos had died. Or at least the wild animals had taken their bodies.

I made that clear to him before he chuckled and continued. Silver Bloods? I've never heard of them before. Where was he getting all this from? Now he was just ranting off. "That was what I thought as well—if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I had seen such wolves only less than a handful of times. They are as rare as blood jade diamonds. But in the end, Dr. Carter was able to kill her using the star-shaped pendant. This object is capable of weakening them to their lowest point if exposed to them for a long while. And then he stabbed her, in order for her not to heal fast—until she bled out and died."

A little farther up I started to see the faint outline of what finally appeared to be an off ramp, and when it did come into view, I pointed it out for everyone else, and we started making a run towards it, however, when we did reach the beginning of the off ramp, we were unceremoniously graced with Carrie's presence, and honestly, in this faint light, I couldn't tell if she was happy to see us, or happy that she could potentially get her revenge that she craved for so long. "My, my," Carrie purred, as she walked closer to us, which already put me on defense. "This is quite the sight to see. After everything I've done to take you all out, here you are before me." She had dressed casually in

It was justice well served to see them rot in their misery. “Thank you, Lily. This is the best mating gift ever.” Six months later, Lily sent me a news link. Lying on the sunbed, I clicked on the link lazily. The photo showed a gory, brutal image of a car crash. According to Lily, Anna and Joey, descending to rogues, somehow ended back together. They had been surviving on scams until their lives ended under the car tires one night. Gale and Mollie were beside themselves with grief.

The carriage ride to the palace was tense and silent. Shane, Irina, and Alice were focused entirely on the coming social event and we're chattering excitedly about it. I sat in the corner, covered by the thick veil. What's so good about being chosen by the Lord anyway? The woman whose blood appeals to him? Oh God, he is going to drink her blood. I felt a little sick at that thought. So why are they so eager to become living blood bags?

Don't even get me started on his prom queen, Diane. They've started this crazy ass campaign over something that really isn't that deep. I don't even have a queen yet. I'm scared of Candice. And genuinely, I don't want one. I've been hearing about this team leader cheerleader for the football team, this blonde girl named Carrie. I've been thinking about approaching her to be my prom queen but the craziest thing happened while I was heading right to class to deal with all of this later. She popped out from literally nowhere.

His hand wrapped around my wrist—firm, not forceful, just enough to spark electricity. “You don’t go into this alone.” “You don’t get to stop me.” “If you go without me—” I stepped closer, voice low. “If I go without you, I win. Because they’re not afraid of you anymore.” That landed like a gunshot. “And you think they’re afraid of you?” he asked softly. “I don’t need fear.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “I need blood.” ⸻ Gaya. Kavin. Drayan. All waiting when we walked in.

How the hell am I going to call the police now? The knock came again, and Camille’s angelic voice followed. “I told you I don’t drink human blood. I would never hurt you or any other human. Please believe me, sir.” Her tone was so sincere that I was almost fooled. What if this is just a plan of hers to lure me out of here and drain me dry? I won’t let that happen! I won’t let her take my blood! If I’m going to die in here, then so be it. But I will never listen to the words of a vampire only to fall to my death.

He giggled and told Cara to sit that out as he would go for it and since Cara had tried it out at first but failed. "Wait, Roy... do you smell that," Cara muttered and closed her eyes, trying to focus her smelling aid. "Yeah... it smell like blood... could it be the rabbit's prey," Cara questioned "No... it's werewolf blood," Roy said. He glanced all around him as he tried to cover the whole forest with his eyes. "Human blood," Cara asked again. "The rest of the pack were strewn across the forest,... hope they are safe," Cara sighed and walked up to Roy.

Like he’d already decided something. “You sure about this?” I asked low, when the others were focused on the road. He met my eyes in the mirror. “You asked if I was in it. I said yes.” “This isn’t painting or club openings. It’s blood.” “I know.” His voice was steady. “I’ve seen blood before. Just not… yours.” The words landed heavier than I expected. We parked two blocks away, hoods up against the rain. The target was a rundown auto shop front looked legit, back was where they stored guns and product. Four Irish inside, maybe five. We had surprise.