Novel & Cerita Fear The Old Blood

I filtered the choking smell of smoke, my eyes were bloodshot of the impacts of the smoke. His scent, so strong, took me to a huge beautiful fortress. I would have stood to admire this beauty but the situation–the burning bushes and the strong scent of blood was more to look into. I felt a chill down my spine when I figured that Emmet's scent was mixed with the coppery scent of blood. My stomach churned with the fear of the unknown. He could be in danger, this wasn't nice at all. It's not like I could save him from what ate him or anything of such, but I see myself running straight to the gate of the fortress. I hoped to play the hero–or heroin.

My eyes slide open, and the fog in my mind dissipates, even as another sensation overrides me. I'm covered in something. It's wet, sticky and coats my entire person. The smell of old blood suddenly fills my nose. It's fresh but have lingered on my skin for hours now. Fear thrills my body, the heavy weight of dread seeping into my bones. It's blood and loads of it too, I realise sitting upwards, glancing down at my naked body.

From her nose, the back of her head, and her back. Her whole dress was soaked with both dried blood and fresh one. I wasn’t used to this feeling. Fear. Not the kind that made men tremble at the sight of me, but the kind that clawed at my insides. Fear that if I closed my eyes for too long, I might lose her. It was unbearable. When we reached the estate, I lay her gently on the bed in my room, brushing my hand across her forehead. She stirred faintly, her lips parting as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

Drake tells me catching my face, his own emotions plastered all over his face I feel a warm wash of water flow from between my legs followed by more pain, drake looks down and his entire body freezes, “CARON CARON I NEED YOU CARON! He screams, i look down and realise im covered in blood, my own thoughts freeze, it was so much, it was everywhere and more was spreading out over the bed and dripping of the edge, drake turns, opening the door for a tired looking caron and a frantic looking fiona, as both of them see me they stop looking to each other then back to me

"What is it? Is it the blood-born again?" "No," Lucian rasped, his baritone thick with a sudden, freezing dread that made the hearth fire shiver. He sat up, his silver-white hair falling wildly around his sharp features as he looked toward the western horizon. "The deep trenches are silent... but the canopy is speaking. The Elders have woken, Rebecca." He turned his head to look at her, his large hand coming up to gently cup the back of her neck, his thumb brushing over the pulse point that had ignited a revolution. The pride was still there in his gaze, but it was now joined by a grim, centuries-old political exhaustion.

One moment, afternoon light streamed through the floor to ceiling windows. The next, it dimmed to a sickly amber, then to rust, then to a color that had no name. A bruised, reddish twilight that turned the council chamber the color of old blood. Every wolf in the room felt it at the same time. A pressure. Deep, primal, the kind of fear that lived in the oldest part of the brain. Before language, before thought. The ancient terror of prey that has just realized the predator is already in the room. Remus's hand went to the table edge.

A red-like blood. Someone’s words come back to me despite how much I try to push it away, A prediction and a ritual to stop it. A sacrifice to some foreign god, and the fear of a man whose eyes gleamed a deep scarlet.

His golden eyes softened, but his jaw clenched with anger. “Nothing will happen to them,” he said fiercely. “Not while I breathe. Not while I have blood to give.” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “I’m scared,” I whispered. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. I don’t even know what the Dreaming Blood is. I don’t know what I’m becoming.” Ferris cupped my face and looked into my eyes.

"This is pig's blood; the next would be yours and that of your son if you don't come to meet me immediately at the left end of the east wood, and I am pretty sure you want your grandmother's book back intact and not shredded into pieces." The threat against my son, coupled with the vile act of using pig's blood, sent shivers down my spine. Fear and desperation surged within me as I finished reading the chilling words scrawled on the note. A gasp escaped my lips, and tears welled up as the weight of the threat pressed upon me. The stolen book, my grandmother's cherished healing knowledge, is now held hostage by an unknown person who sought to exploit my deepest fears for the sake of their nef

His voice softened dangerously. “Look at me.” “I could hurt you.” “That isn’t possible.” “You don’t know that.” “I do.” My chest tightened painfully. “You didn’t see my mother when her wolf lost control,” I whispered shakily. “You didn’t hear what people said about white wolves.” Memories flashed sharply through my head. Monsters. Cursed blood. Unstable. Deadly. The old fear wrapped around my throat all over again. Keiran moved slowly off the bed. I could hear every step.