Fear The Old Blood 소설 & 이야기

The sky turned dark as a storm gathered on the horizon. A red glow began to emanate from the clouds, casting an eerie light across the landscape. A blood moon, the elders called it. A sign of danger, of evil. I shivered, a primal fear taking hold of me. Something was coming, something terrible. "We must return to the den," I said to my pack, my voice low and urgent. "We are not safe here."

WARNING:- This chapter contains heavy sexual content not suitable for young readers. Blood. Every place my eyes land I find blood. Its dark colour strapping around me like a vine forcing me to watch and take in the sight filling me with intense fear. The ground is filling up like a closed tub whilst the sky pours, the redness painting my flesh. Looking down at my palm I wonder whose blood this is. I am drenched in it. My heart thumps, the only time I can feel fear is not of battles but of losing someone dear to me. I am scared. Shivering I clutch my body tightly looking for a way out from where I am locked up.

“So the whispers were true. The earth answers her.” Heat shot through me. I hadn’t spoken, hadn’t moved, yet he knew. My hands curled into fists. Dorian stepped forward, blocking me from view. “You won’t touch her.” The man’s smile was slow. “So protective. And yet, Alpha, isn’t she the greatest threat standing in your ranks? Power born from the old blood. Power even you cannot leash.” The pack stirred at that. Old blood. The phrase carried weight, history that lived in warning tales and half-forgotten songs. I felt their eyes on me, suspicion cutting through the relief they’d shown minutes ago.

“And my blood can open things I do not fully understand.” The room held its breath. I lifted my bandaged hand. “But Damien wants you to think fear has only one answer. Him.” Garran looked down. I took one step forward. “He wants you scared of Black Hollow so you forget Thorncrest put knives to your throats. He wants you scared of dead soldiers so you forget his living ones dragged you from your homes. He wants you scared of my blood so you forget he has a girl chained under his hall.” Althea closed her eyes.

At first, I'd found it fascinating opening old leathered trunks and uncovering secrets that weren't mine, until a vivid dream with most unsettled souls kept waking me up at night. A few droplets of an inky liquid glisten on the floor like two black beads between seas of white spalls, all matted by the passing time. I examine the lead by spreading the fluid between my fingers, horrified by the reddish trace it leaves on my skin and the pungent smell of iron. My biggest fear comes alive depriving me of oxygen as I slowly stand up and wish I am mistaken. This is blood, her blood. Damn it! Tammy, where are you?' I call her again, the echo of my voice thundering in the entire train shed and scari

Blood dripped from it, forming a small pool on the ground. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the gruesome sight. Fear gripped me, and I began to tremble uncontrollably. Rose's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. As I stood there, paralysed with fear, she threw the head towards me. It rolled across the ground, coming to a stop right in front of me. The sight of Nikita's lifeless eyes staring up at me was too much to bear. I let out a blood-curdling scream, the sound echoing through my mind.

Alessio finished her sentence: “He weaponized it.” --- In the vault, the thing bled. Not in the way flesh bleeds. Not in the way that ends life. This blood spread across the walls, seeping into the cracks like memory flooding a wound. It smelled of rust and burning paper, of ash and salt and something colder. The light shifted, flickering deeper red. Jace stood before it, skin damp, eyes wide, chest rising slower now as the heat in the room began to drop. His breath misted. The sixth man stepped back, touched the wall, and vanished into it—gone in a way that made the room feel smaller, tighter, hungrier.

I felt a rush of cold fear when I saw our destination. The twisted, old trees of the Blood Forest looked scary in front of us, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching for the crimson moon. A bad, old, and deadly aura came from the dark woods. The guards looked at each other with worried faces illuminated by the eerie glow. "Are you sure about this?" one of them muttered, his voice was low and hesitant. They seemed to fear this place, too. "We have no choice," the other snarled, squeezing my arm harder. "The elders have spoken. She is guilty. And the forest will cleanse this evil, or consume it."

Black blood sprayed across the marble. Above the chaos, one of the ancient elders stepped onto the elevated platform overlooking the cathedral floor. Silence didn’t follow him. Fear did. The old man's words sliced through the chaos, his voice like a sharp edge that cut deep. "She's the one who's bringing darkness to life," he said, his tone grim. "The blood that's been hidden for so long is responding to her call." Several older vampires physically backed away from me. One dropped to his knees. Someone spoke in a low voice, using words I couldn't understand, and then quickly backed away towards the wall of the cathedral, as if being close to me was somehow dangerous.