Fear The Old Blood 소설 & 이야기

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.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

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.

“That sounds… dangerous.” “He saved me.” “Maybe. But people who can do that kind of thing so easily… they usually aren’t just nice strangers.” I rubbed my face. “I know.” “Promise me you’ll be careful.” “I will.” But even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. Because the second I closed my eyes that night, all I could see was Dmitri—blood on his knuckles, eyes like winter, voice low and rough when he said my name. And I wasn’t scared.

"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."

I dropped to my knees and covered my ears as I felt like my head was going to explode from the tremendous noise. “Silence! I cannot take it anymore! I beg of you!” I screamed, still covering my ears. Then, I heard footsteps rushing in my direction. “Son!” My father's voice---the lord of the Scovell Manor---echoed in the night as he swung the door open. He knelt down before me and his strong arms enclosed my body. “Son, you are as pale and cold as the dead! What has happened to you? We were searching for many days, but we did not come upon you!” My father exclaimed and helped me stand upright. I could not find my voice as my senses became clouded by the loud and fast beating of my father's he

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.