Carrie Blood Prom Novels & Stories

Just inside the doors, I saw two women lying face down on the floor. “She needs your blood,” Shannen tells me with a degree of urgency. “My blood can’t help anyone unless I’m related to them,” I informed her. With care, Carson flipped over one of the women who was lying in a face-down position on the ground. “She needs your blood.” He says as he moves the hair covering her face. The chances of the ground suddenly opening up and swallowing me were higher than the possibility of the woman being Joanna. But there she was. “Take what you need,” I told Carson.

Clarice's eyes widened slightly, before she fixed her expression again. "Yes. You will be interrogated and all. You have nothing to worry about if what you told the patrollers is true." She nodded. "And I am very much interested in the story about your Alpha." Carrie said with a scoff, unable to keep her disdain in check at the mention of the Alpha of the Blood moon pack. "There is nothing much to know about him honestly. He is just... He is a manipulator, abuser... Rapist..." Her voice broke, and she swallowed, pain flitting through her eyes.

His daggers clattered to the ground. Carrie, who was about to enter another room, screamed and swiftly shifted into a huge brown wolf with golden, blazing eyes, her clothes shredding to the floor. Zeda’s mouth fell open, seeing her best friend’s powerful animal side for the first time. With a furious growl, Carrie slammed into one of the wolves on Rylan, knocking it away from him. She sunk her fangs into its neck before it could regain its footing, biting hard and shaking it violently, then flinging it off when it went limp.

She smirked. “Oh you poor thing.” Jade mockingly pouted. “I will watch you suffer from hell. Zane will finish what we started and I'm very certain that he will gladly finish the both of you off! And your souls will rot in hell.” “See you in hell then.” Jade angrily stabbed the knife into Carrie's chest who screamed in pain. “Look here, sweetheart. Look into my eyes ‘cos that's how close you are to hell!” “Jade!” Xavier rushed towards her but she continued stabbing Carrie, all over the chest as blood splashed on her white dress, staining it over and over again.

“Clear. Nobody in here.” He shut the door. Returned her to the dark. “All checked, Father!” Father. Victor. The footsteps receded. Then silence—more suffocating than the violence itself—swallowed the Moretti Mansion whole. Isabella Moretti was buried there without a headstone, with the echo of gunshots that would never stop ringing in her skull. Fifteen years later, she rose from that grave as Elena Cross—a weapon forged from the embers of grief. ✘ ✘ ✘

And, in Lady Astrid’s timeline, he barely noticed her before she died. Well, this time, he was going to notice me. Even if it killed me. …Okay, bad choice of words. --- The great hall looked different tonight. More alive. Hundreds of candles floated above the tables in delicate glass orbs, their light reflecting off crystal goblets and silver cutlery. The scent of roses was stronger, almost cloying, mingled with something richer—blood, obviously. Dozens of vampires mingled in the room, all elegance and danger wrapped in silk and jewels. Their laughter was soft, their movements graceful. It was like watching a ballroom scene from a dream, except everyone here could probably kill me in under t

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

He only saw the bird finally accepting its cage. “We’ll leave on Monday,” he said. “It will be the event of the season, Lisa. I promise you.” He led me toward the stairs, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back. I walked beside him, a ghost in a silk slip, carrying the secret of our blood like a concealed weapon. Toby was coming back. Arthur Vance was waiting in the shadows. And Elaine was waiting with her marble foyer. But none of them knew the real game. None of them knew that the Little Bird had found the key to the cage, and she was going to use it to burn the whole forest down.

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

My phone buzzed against my palm, cutting through the silence of the car. Matteo’s name flashed across the screen, followed by a message. 'Got something.' A second later, a video feed loaded. My chest tightened as I watched. It was grainy footage from an old CCTV camera. The angle was poor, covering only a block near her shop. For a long moment, there was nothing, just the wind dragging leaves across the pavement. Then, a man appeared. Scar. He walked into her shop after looking around the place. I waited. But he never came back out.