Fresh Blood Supernatural Novels & Stories

"One child cannot stop what is coming." He lifted a dagger and sliced his palm. Blood hit the runes. They ignited. "Let them run. Let them hide. When the seventh hybrid rises... the world will burn." His eyes flared crimson. And somewhere far away, the Blood Moon began its slow rise.

He shot darkly at Aiden, Aiden growled in response and he took a step towards him, Sara grabbed his arm holding him back and Mikes eyes instantly glowed red. “YOU’RE A VAMPIRE!” Killian exclaimed.

This whole thing felt wrong as if I was placed in a nightmare, hoping to quickly wake up. A split second later he bit her tearing out a chuck of her neck. I was left dumbfounded as blood splattered all over. My mouth flew open and my eyes widen in shock. I couldn't breathe while the blood flowed down her poor body. Shelby instantaneously zoomed over once the scent of cooper hit the air and viciously commenced to drink from the womb Victor had made. I felt clammy and nauseated as I gagged on the pungent smell of copper, her blood. I couldn't hold back the tears, they slowly escaped rolling down my cheeks.

A strap tied his thick curls back, and he had secured an ancient-looking blade to his back. He was lethal. And as she watched his claws sink into the flesh of Alpha Kai's neck, she had never been more grateful. "She. Is. Mine." Evander snarled, his eyes shining yellow. A tarp now covered the shattered windows of the office, and someone had cleaned up most of the evidence of yesterday's saga. But as a fresh crack in the plaster appeared under Alpha Kai's body, a wave of guilt passed over Sapphira, and as Alpha Kai started to make a gurgling sound, her fingers found Evander's arm.

She only wanted me to turn and look at her, just once. And I never did. I drank cup after cup. As the drunkenness rose in me, I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes. The wind outside the window was cold. And then, suddenly, I caught the smell of blood, as if it were spreading out from my own chest. Someone was crying. The sound was very low, pressed down until it was nearly breaking apart. "Adrian, stay awake." "The doctor's almost here." "Just hold on." I tried to open my eyes.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

The frequencies clashed in the air, creating a spectacular aurora of violet and amber that lit up the entire Southern Cross. “It’s working!” Julian shouted over the roar of the mountain. “The grid is destabilizing! Silas is losing the signal!” But the cost was immediate. My skin felt like it was being stripped away by a sandstorm. My vision turned white as the data of a billion years flooded my brain. I was no longer Lisa. I was the rock. I was the salt. I was the ancient, unyielding bone of the world. “Lisa!” Toby’s voice was barely audible over the sound of gunfire at the fissure.

Taken from far away, probably by someone with a telephoto lens who shouldn’t have been there. He’s on a balcony. In a wheelchair. His face is turned away from the camera but I can still see enough. He looks like a ghost. Like someone who’s already dead but doesn’t know it yet. I did this. My brother did this. I close my eyes, and I can see it. The crash. The sirens. Lily’s face on the news. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper. My voice breaks. I don’t know if I’m apologizing to him or to Lily or to myself.

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.