Frenzied Blood Echoes Novels & Stories

Edwina Blood-curdling screams rip through the air, chaos erupting all around me as the scent of gunpowder and blood thickens, clinging to my skin like a second layer. My mind is disoriented, barely able to process the carnage unfolding before me. One moment, I am standing next to Raffaele, my fingers desperately clutching his, and the next, I am being violently ripped away. A strong grip seizes my arm, yanking me backwards as Raffaele's furious voice booms through the turmoil.

Liam cursed making both Jordan and the phlebotomist laugh. "Don't laugh at me, I am in pain," He said and it got them laughing even more, after the phlebotomist got his details, they thanked him and left, after they left the laboratory collection center, they went to where he would do a final scan, that took a bit longer than when they went to get his blood drawn, Liam seems to be more used to doing an MRI can than having his blood drawn, Jordan preferred getting his blood drawn because the first time he got in an MRI machine, he almost passed out, it was hell of uncomfortable. after they finished in the scan room, they both went back into the room, their moms were there waiting for them, Jo

Echo slowly turned to look at me, his golden eyes blazing with untamed power, Asher's blood-red eyes already there, fixed on me, reflecting his concern. "She was hurting you, so she gets hurt," Echo growled out, the last word coming out on a fierce, guttural growl, his teeth bared. Asher's brows furrowed as his eyes darted from me to Echo, a silent communication passing between them. Echo turned back around, his focus returning to Farrah, and Asher looked to me, his concern etched on his face. My eyes pleaded with him to help me, to control Echo, but both these boys were purebloods, their instincts raw, and they tended to get lost in bloodlust, a primal urge.

The blood in the petals reacted, rising in red drops, swirling around her arm, sucking into her flesh. A tremor rang out from the earth. From deep below, the blood abyss shook. --- Inside the blood abyss, Lucien opened his eyes. Before him was an endless void of blood and souls, distorted faces, wailing calls echoing everywhere. Flows of memories rushed through like blades: war, betrayal, love, sin. He was lost among them, blind in the red night. “Evelyn!” he screamed. The call echoed back, lost, then dissipated like a strangled breath.

her mother voice out and then, a light flash through her eyes The intensive brightening of the light made her to cover her eyes but later open it. The scene she saw made her to puke, there is so much blood and the flesh of humans being torn apart The sky above that scene is pure blood in colour and lots of voices are weeping causing a creep to Alexis ears The eerie sounds was so disturbing and makes her to feel dizzy. She cover her ears and eyes, screaming for the voices to stop but they didn't "Nooooo!" She scream at the top of her lungs and with a force she open her eyes, panting so heavily

Blood spills across the dirt. “You don’t say shit about her,” Ghost growls, eyes burning. The gun clatters to the ground beside the body. “What the fuck have you done!” Echo’s voice cuts through the chaos, and Ghost doesn’t even flinch. He takes a step back, glancing at the blood on his hands, the blood on mine. Then he looks at Echo. At Knox. At me. “Keep the cut,” he says, voice flat and final. “I’m fucking done.”

A pool of synthetic blood darkens the concrete beneath it. My tongue flicks over my teeth as I steady my breath, turning toward the timer. 3.5 seconds. A whisper slithers through my mind, sharp as a blade. Not good enough. Again! My father's voice, venomous and unforgiving. Fury ignites in my chest. I launch. Claws slash. Canines tear. My jaws lock onto the mannequin's throat, wrenching, ripping. My vision narrows—red, black, white, red, black—snap! Bones shatter. Flesh yields once again. A sickening squelch echoes through the empty room as the severed head sails through the air, slamming into the farthest wall with a wet thud.

☉NAIDA Bloodied, warped green eyes. A dripping knife. Flashes and screams. Blood everywhere. All of the floor, pools of it, in my hands. Images and echoes of the mutilation drowned my senses. Most of that dark, sticky blood dripped down my hands. All over my hands. She put a knife to his heart! Execute her!

Maybe he was right. But madness and desperation often stood close together. And I had crossed that line long ago. The blood dripping from my hand began reacting immediately to the lingering shadow energy surrounding the battlefield. Dark markings spread slowly across my skin, crawling upward toward my arm. The pain intensified sharply. I clenched my jaw but continued. Elara looked horrified now. “You don’t understand what this will do,” she said. “I understand perfectly.” “It could kill everyone connected to the echo!” I looked toward Faye again.