Fear The Old Blood Novels & Stories

I need to find him. I was about to exit from the scene when sticky liquid splashed on me. I was petrified as I saw my clothes stained with red. I looked at my hands nervously and I realized that it was blood. A huge amount of blood. Fear spreads throughout my body and my knees shake uncontrollably. My breathing became heavy as I stared at the dead bear. The tiger killed it. I have not escaped. Black bands started to form around me. It must be because of my overwhelming fear that I unconsciously generated Nyx. The bloodied tiger looked into me with sharp eyes.

Chapter 5 Sofia's POV I spent the rest of the day lost in thought, trying to imagine what tonight's event would look like. The thought of attending a mafia gathering, where the most notorious figures would converge, sent shivers down my spine. My first encounter with the mafia still haunted me - the memory of blood splattering everywhere, the sound of gunfire echoing through the chapel, and the lifeless body crumpling to the ground. It was a gruesome reminder of the world Mark inhabited, and now, I was being pulled into its depths.

My shoulders are tense, my posture a little too guarded. She deserves young. Uncomplicated. Easy. My stomach knots. I remember how she looked the last time I held her. Lips parted. Hair tangled. Whispering Don’t stop, not now, not later. I want to be yours. Completely. I’d never seen anything more beautiful. I’d never felt anything more terrifying. That was the night everything changed. And now, I feel like I’m standing at the edge of something again. Not passion this time. But fear. I go to the living room and drop into the couch, rubbing my hands over my face.

He’d seen his mother with bruises enough times. In his dressing room he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stopped short at his bed. Blood? Why was there blood on his sheets? Faro did a sweep of his room and he walked over to his desk and bent to pick up the papers from the floor. Faro frowned as he looked at the marriage contract that now held Sihana’s signature. The blood drained from his face and his hands started to shake as he put the contract down on the table. What the hell happened last night?

Her blood was not entirely human anymore. I don't know what exactly has changed though. It is not poison, nor is it demon blood, so what is it? Could it be... angel blood? No, I have only smelled it once but the scent was different. So what... I can't figure it out with just the smell, but if I taste it-.

She thought about the psychological sequence before she packed the bag. My wife is terrifying. I find this information continues to be relevant to my general state of being. She pulls on a pair of black latex gloves with a snap that echoes off the concrete walls and turns to Caruso and says, still in that same even voice: "I'm going to ask you again. Above you in the chain — one name. That's all I need right now. One name and we stop." "Go fuck yourself," Caruso says. Fear making him brave in the specific stupid way that fear does.

A loud gasp wrenched out of my throat before I could stop myself, I drew backwards, My eyes wide and panicky He stared at me with a predatory look on his face , My legs went weak. God, what did I get into. He thrust his jacket over the armchair next to the window. Flexing the muscles in his forearms. He was all muscle and strength and power, and I might as well have been made from glass. One wrong touch and I would shatter. I stood there shaking with fear, as I watched him undress. He took off the blood-stained shirt, leaving his bare chest in the open ,

The fire the old woman made was blowing hot and soft between us. I felt uneasy “What do you believe?” The old woman looked directly at me then. Not at the mark. At me. “I believe fear creates monsters faster than power ever could.” The words cut deeper than I thought they would. We remained there for a time, listening. The woman talked about shrines long forgotten that are hidden throughout the lands. About ancient pacts made between wolves and witches. About bloodlines that were wiped out when fear and greed led to betrayal and war. She never once yelled.