Fear The Old Blood Novels & Stories

"Even in case you misplaced your memory, you have to nonetheless not forget the latest events, proper?" "...Yeah, however, I did sense a thirst at the time. At least, that female collapsed to the ground... The perfume of blood attracted me. I notion approximately sucking her blood, in case you hadn't seemed then... I likely could have attacked her directly." "..." "I'm very afraid sometimes." "Afraid of what...?" "Afraid of myself after I thirst for sparkling blood... Afraid I will grow to be every other person. If the 'thirst' can't be stopped, perhaps I may assault humans on sight without thinking... This feeling could be very scary."

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

And then he yanks. The moment the branch leaves her body, blood gushes out, hot and violent, spilling down her chest like a fountain. My heart seizes. I never thought blood would ever scare me, but this... this is Irene’s blood, her life pouring out, and I’ve never known fear like this.

The riverbank offered little solace. Cold seeped into their bones, a chilling echo of the fear that clutched their hearts. Talia’s trembling hands coaxed a weak fire from damp kindling, its flickering glow dancing with shadows. The scent of blood clung to the air—sharp, metallic, and cruelly familiar. Exhaustion clawed at their limbs, but sleep remained a luxury they couldn’t afford.

"Because I have a bad feeling about it." Archie rubbed his face roughly. He looked sadly at his two friends, then said, "Honestly..." Archie let out an exasperated breath. "I feel like an idiot every time I hear the name Skarsgard. I'm like a coward, a coward. Yet..." Archie groaned loudly – annoyed, then continued his speech. "What I'm afraid of isn't them. It's the blood." he said. Ash and Gabe nodded at the same time. Both of them understood – very well with Archie's greatest fear right now, if he ever drank the blood of a purebloods again, his life as a werewolf would end, truly over.

Fear seized me, freezing me in place, and my eyes widened with the chilling realization of his presence. But fear was quickly eclipsed by a torrent of something much darker – an unrelenting thirst for revenge. Casto had not only taken away my entire family but had ended my first life. Despite all that, he arrogantly believed he could continue making my second life miserable. The fear morphed into an intense, seething fury that surged through my veins.

"They fear you. They fear your blood, and they fear what you are becoming with each day you remain alive. Fear makes people do terrible things, even to those who deserve only protection." I looked up at Ronan in absolute shock, my mouth hanging open as cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck and trickled down my spine. The room seemed to tilt slightly, the pillars swaying at the edges of my vision. "Ronan..." His name came out as barely a whisper, a plea for reassurance I wasn't sure he could give.

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 swore fiercely and quickly jumped in the car. The first squad was already miles off when we pulled out of the driveway. Duke was pale, barely holding on to his wits as we screeched through the highway. I regretted letting Caesar feed from him. Now I had a weakened Beta and a vulnerable pack with what was likely a horde of vampires bursting down our gates. I kept trying to reach multiple people with none of them picking up and my fears aggravated exponentially. A figure appeared suddenly on the road, causing my driver to swerve out of the way in response. “What the fuck!” I exclaimed as the whole car jerked forward, bodies snapping against the car seat with a grunt.

"She didn't know who the sender was, but she was told that you do." Raziel frowned before taking the paper from him. He straightened it, but what he saw made his brows to furrow even more. Lorenzo turned alert. He didn't see what was written, but he had a feeling that it was not something pleasant. The maid that gave it to him even seemed scared. The person that had given it to her must have scared her. Raziel said what was written in red, or maybe it was blood was; "BLOOD WILL RAIN."