Doors Blood In The Streets 소설 & 이야기

Each drop of blood that had been shed in Brooklyn started to rise. From the streets. From old scars. From the cracks in the sidewalk. It ascended in flows, red and gold twisting upward into the sky disappearing into the void. My daughter’s blood was in that rain. I experienced it exiting her body as if an unseen force was drawing my spirit out through every pore. She was upstairs, asleep. However blood was streaming from her eyes, nose, ears and fingernails. Gold blood. Pure. The city was exhausting her. I yelled. Alexander was already, in motion lifting her up pressing his shirt against every wound. The blood immediately seeped through transforming the white cotton into a radiant golden glo

“I’m going to kill you.” My shifting sent Joey and Anna into a spiral. “A white wolf. She’s a white wolf…” As expected from an Alpha, Joey was quick to snap back to reality. He gave Anna a nudge and shouted, “Run!” Joey put himself between us to cover Anna’s escape. There was no way I would let them get away with it. Blood must be paid with blood. I was right on Anna’s tail all the way to the street. Even on the broad street, she managed to lose herself in the heavy traffic.

That is exactly how the streets worked. Viper had gone too far last time planting drugs on me, getting me arrested, trying to ruin everything Nolan and I had built. And now he was out there partying, bragging like he owned the night. Not for long anyways. The docks were alive when I got there loud music, flashing lights, people spilling out from the warehouse and onto the open lot. The smell of fuel, beer, and cigarette smoke hung thick in the air. Rows of bikes lined up like trophies under the glow of floodlights.

JAXSON The sound of sirens cut through the night before I even lifted my head. Blue and red lights flashed through the broken windows, painting the bar in color. The smell of blood and whiskey mixed in the air. Damien was on the floor, barely moving, his face covered in blood. I could still hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. The door swung open, and the police rushed in. “Drop it! Everyone, hands where I can see them!” one of them yelled.

"What a coincidence. I live there, too. It's hard to get a cab now, and my family's waiting. How about I pay you 40 dollars, and you give me a lift?" Charles hesitated for a second. "Alright. Hurry up and get in. I've got something urgent to deal with." He would be foolish to turn away money. And he really did have something urgent. He wanted to kill me. All through the ride, Maeve kept texting me, pushing me to hurry, and my father called to ask if something was wrong. I told him to stay home and rest. I wasn't going to let him risk himself this time. On the security cameras, I saw the iron gate at my in-laws' place being forced open, and a group of burly men rushing in.

“Your old stomping grounds. Filth in tailored suits. The rot under the city’s skin. They run the dirtiest businesses—guns, drugs, flesh, laundering—and when things need breaking, they’re the hammer. Most of the crimes staining our streets? Their fingerprints are on them.” My jaw tightened, but I said nothing. He went on. “The second—Blood Moon Empire. Shadows with blades. They don’t care about money, not really. They’re killers. Assassins. Spies. When someone with too much power wants someone else erased, it’s Blood Moon they call. A ghost’s empire. They live for the kill, and they don’t miss.” He tapped ash into the tray, eyes flicking to me. “Cross them, and you won’t see it coming.”

My shoulders straighten anyway. “Even now you are alive,” I say to myself. “That must count for something.” Once I get out of the house, the small hallway is stenched with old cooking oil and mildew. My neighbour, Carmen, opens her door even as I pass by. When people expect bad news, they look at one with a concerned face, which is what she does. “Oh, Drina,” she says, in a low voice. “Did you not hear the sirens last night?”

The emergency doors slammed open with a metallic crash that echoed down the sterile hallway like a gunshot. They bounced hard against the wall, the force rattling the glass panels and sending a shiver through the night-shift staff already on edge. Cold, rain-soaked air rushed in behind the stretcher, carrying the sharp scent of wet asphalt, gasoline, and something metallic blood. Paramedics pushed Noah inside at a dead sprint, their boots squeaking against the polished linoleum floor. Water dripped from his soaked clothes in steady rivulets, leaving a dark, scattered trail that looked too much like a crime scene.

Some are hiding, while some are flat dead on the floor. Blood pools over the white tiles, the paintings, the walls, and the windows. Bones goes physical with one of Silas's guards, their grunts echoing as they exchange hard blows and kicks. Bones gets the upper hand, backing the guy against the broken window. He doesn't waste a minute to kick him off, and the guy starts falling from the penthouse into the street, his screams echoing. Even while I shoot, I still know the moment he crashes over the asphalt below. People squeal, horns honk, tires screech on the gravel, but I don't dwell on it. I fire hard and fast, taking down more men as they file into the penthouse.

Damon’s POV….. We found something, it was a trail of blood in the middle of two main streets, it must have belonged to her, maybe they didn’t have any idea that the blood dripped. My guess would be. She got injured or he got injured and knowing Dante. He looks to keep his bloody clothes in the boot of his car. And maybe that caused the dripping.