Frenzied Blood Echoes Novels & Stories

Screaming in panic, they scrambled down the mountain, leaving their flashlights scattered in the dirt. I picked up one of the flashlights and shone it on my white dress. The bloodstains were unmistakable. It was indeed a chilling sight. After stumbling through the dark for what felt like an eternity, I finally reached my car. As I drove away from the cemetery, the image of Carter shielding Jodie kept replaying in my mind. I had reached out to them, but none of them even spared a glance in my direction. A sudden wave of tiredness took over. I let go of the steering wheel, loosening my grip bit by bit.

At first, it’s nothing—just shadows in the red. But then? Eyes. Teeth. Mouths locked in silent screams. I smile—wide. The dry skin on my lips splits and bleeds, but I don’t stop. It’s beautiful—my own personal gallery in red and black hues. The blood isn’t just blood anymore. It breathes. It listens. And now, it talks—not in sound, but meaning. Rage. Hunger. Power. Old power. Forgotten. Waiting. I don’t just bleed—I conjure. The figures in the pool whisper without mouths, and the more I hurt, the clearer they become. My blood isn’t just leaking. It’s listening.

Chapter 6: Shadows in the Rearview I woke up tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my heart pounding like I’d just run from a hit gone wrong. The dream lingered, vivid and unwelcome—Ethan’s face, those warm hazel eyes looking up at me, his lips brushing mine in some dimly lit room that smelled like fresh paint and rain. His hands on my skin, soft and unscarred, pulling me closer while I whispered things I’d never say aloud. It was bullshit, all of it. A fantasy my mind cooked up to torture me, because in reality, touching him would be like dragging an angel into hell.

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.

The final guideline was written in a jarring red font. [On rare occasions, the station will transmit the Predator's Song. When this occurs, remain completely still and hold your breath until the broadcast concludes.] Hold my breath? Were they trying to asphyxiate me? I pouted and clicked on [I Agree and Start Listening.] The so-called 'Echoes from Below' were nothing more than just some white noise, like the wind moving through an empty corridor or a massive creature slowly exhaling beneath the water. Rumble. The sound was low and heavy, with a faint electrical hiss like a bad microphone feed.

POV: Jared The crimson glow of Xaden's taillights vanished beyond the bend, swallowed whole by the darkness. But his presence lingered thick and suffocating, like the acrid smell of smoke after a fire. My fists curled so tightly my knuckles cracked, but the tremor in my hands betrayed me. I couldn't let Zina see it. Not now. Not after this.

Frantic in a way I never thought possible for someone like him. "Serena!" he bellows, voice shaking the walls, rattling windows, making dust fall from the ceiling. "Serena, look at me! What the hell is happening to you?! Come back to me, goddammit!" She doesn't respond. Her body stays frozen in that nightmare: on her knees, hands twisted unnaturally, fingers contorted into claws, head tilted back at an impossible angle, eyes rolled into white nothingness. Her teeth grind together in a sickening rhythm as her muscles spasm uncontrollably, tendons standing out like cords beneath her skin. I've never seen anything like it. It's like something's trying to crawl out of her skin, tearing her apart

I managed to choke out as my other hand gripped my chest. The doctor hit an alarm that echoed loudly through the room. People came rushing in, filling the room with urgency. I could hear snippets of their hurried conversations. Words like "vampire blood" and "saving her life" floated in the air around me. Panic surged through me as I tried to protest, to beg them not to do anything drastic. i didn't want to risk becoming addicted to vampire blood again but no matter how hard i tried to speak nothing would come out. A sharp pain pierced through my chest, causing me to cry out in agony. The room spun around me, the sounds of yelling and machines beeping merging into a cacophony that drowned ou

[ Later in the future ] - Omniscient Narrator - The screams of pain and agony echoed through the room, like an echo in an empty room, repetitive and sharp; a non-musical melody that could satisfy the most perverse and hallucinated ears; a mixture of pleasure and ecstasy, like a harmful drug. The dance that the four-walled space perceived, was being adorned by the dark color and pungent odor of living blood, flowing like water fountain from the jugular.

Her arms shook, but she raised the blade again — this time driving it down with a trembling scream. “You don’t deserve to think about my son!” she howled, every word coming out like it hurt to speak. Blood gushed as the knife found its mark again. And again. The sounds — the wet, sickening thuds — echoed in the room. I turned away, my stomach twisting. My hands covered my face, but the image stayed burned in my mind. Every scream, every tear, every drop of blood haunted me. I could hear it all — Fred’s uneven breathing beside me, the soft gasp of Cassandra’s pain, Victor’s last gurgled breath.