Frenzied Blood Echoes Novels & Stories

he said, his voice still strained. “No, get off him,” I yelled, amidst the chaos that was going on. That was the only way he would hear me. “I can’t, Fernando is too strong. He is reacting to your blood,” he yelled back, gasping heavily. A loud sound echoed in the ward, it was equipment monitors that had just crashed without any pressure on it. My eyes widened, it was beginning to appear real to me. “Why? Is my blood not the best?” “No, I underestimated your blood. It has caused him to transition into something stronger and if care is not taken, we might lose him,” his voice gasped as he pressed on Fernando.

“I won’t believe it! My mother’s simply acting!” Echo pushed Beth away despite her own trembling body. “Mom has cerebral hemorrhage!” “Cerebral hemorrhage? Dad died because of this too… And he died so quickly…” What Echo said startled Beth. “She… She’s not acting?” Echo could feel pain spread into her heart before she vomited blood and collapsed. “Mom!” Fia screamed.

Therin’s scream. It is brutal and agonizing. Echoing through the maze. The vines shudder wildly. Dax smiles, eyes gleaming. “Looks like someone else is bleeding first.”

To separate the black energy within, it had to trace its origin. And so, an unbelievable scene unfolded. The separated black energy rapidly reassembled in the air, revealing its creation in reverse. The scene showed Ares' first Blood Frenzy eruption—him roaring like a beast and his ferocity skyrocketing. It also showed me, kneeling by the bed and cutting my wrist to feed him blood. I was shivering from the pain, yet I gently stroked his forehead and said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here." "This… This is…"

Her blood tastes divine as it runs down my throat with ease, I am so lost in the euphoric feeling when the blast of whatever comes from her rips me from her neck throwing me over the cave. The enrages screeching of a voice that comes into my head as the blast of energy hits me ‘By blood be bound, by cursed hear my sound’ I cold chill runs through my body as the words are spoken. I clutch my head trying to get rid of the pain as the words are repeated over and over.

he choked, “I handed her to them. I gave her to Ronen and the Council because they said they could suppress it. Control it. But the resonance grew anyway. She began showing symptoms, light sensitivity, memory fractures, sensory overload…” A tear slipped down his cheek. “And instead of stopping, we doubled down. We pushed the project further. We tested her limits. We tried sedation, suppression, resonance blockers, nothing worked.” His fingers trembled around mine. “She’s a walking echo,” he whispered. “Not Rain. Never Rain. But touched by the blood she left behind. And if the echo fully awakens—” He swallowed, as if the next words physically hurt. “She will burn.” My heart clenched. Burn? Li

Their sighs, moans, groans, grunts echoed into the night. Raziel squeezed the soft skin of her butt as he came undone inside of her. His hold on her suddenly tightened as the need to take her blood came over him again. Her body was satisfying his masculine sexual needs, but he needed her blood to satisfy his vampiric needs. Ever since he tasted her blood, he confirmed that she was the sweetest he had ever tasted, and he had tasted many siren blood. It also made him consider the possibility of her being a siren.

the voice says. Another voice responds. “She was always going to.” Silence stretches between them. “The room is reacting strongly,” the first voice says. “It always does,” the second replies. “When it recognizes blood.” My wolf reacts violently to that word. Blood. It thrashes, slamming against the containment with renewed force. Panic surges through me, sharp and disorienting. The room responds immediately. Pressure spikes. My vision, what little exists of it, fractures into white noise. The wolf’s movements slow.

Had she done something… something he was never meant to find out? “I said fucking explain what you mean, damn it!” Azael snapped. Power burst out from him, spiraling out of control as the air in the living room warped violently. His eyes darkened into a deep black-red, the whites orbs swallowed whole. Fangs that had retreated earlier slid out again, looking sharp and menacing. Heat spiraled through the room like a rising volcano, scorching, and suffocating, only to flip in the next second into a brutal freezing cold snapping through the air, sharp enough to make teeth chatter.

, but I did not care because the power of the voices was overshadowing anything else, and suddenly the voices disappeared, the spectra disappeared, and everything disappeared, I fell to the ground and I I breathe with difficulty and hold my head to smell a strong smell of blood emanating from around me. I looked at my hands and found them soaked in blood, so I panicked and swallowed.In their struggle and killing them, I shouted at them to get away. The voices were loud and strong, and I could distinguish a voice from them. It is not strange that he begged me to stop, that what was happening would have dire consequences, and that what I was doing was wrong, but I did not care because the powe