Fushimi Castle Blood Novels & Stories

CHAPTER CCCLX (INSANITY) “I SWEAR WITH MY SOUL.” The end game and moment in that very night where everything crumbles down from the once beautiful and prestigious castle that bares all the memories of the past. The words echo along with the pool of blood that painted the ground and the floor with scarlet blood. But was worst, what is inside the throne room. The ongoing fight and clash of the swords of her beloved father and her mother’s best friend.

If Jasper’s noise draws them here, it is over and I wouldn’t allow that to happen. “Cast the spell! Be fast about it,” I ordered and Ashina ran over to us. She muttered some things that I wasn’t able to hear myself. I hoped the spell works. Wait, are blue bloods able to cast spells too like sorcerers? That was one question I wanted you to ask her as soon after she is done with trying to make Jasper fall asleep again. Soon, Jasper’s head fell on my chest like his body suddenly went limp. “He is not dead. He is only asleep,” Ashina smiled at me.

WE ALL STAND QUIETLY on the path leading up the dark-gloomy castle entrance as the three matrons carry out a ritual. Seven small outcropping rocks lie spread wide apart in a horizontal line at the path leading to the castle steps and Oniko with the assistance of Bashir and Biola moves to each of the rocks, taking one of the seven rams that had been made available for the ritual, slaughtering the rams upon it and letting the blood spill upon the rock while the matrons follow them from behind chanting incantations.

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.

Blood stained her robes. She slowly lifted a trembling hand and touched my cheek. "...Homura..." "I'm here." "I'll get help." "No..." She shook her head weakly. "It's too late." Tears blurred my vision. "Who did this?" Her cloudy eyes searched mine. "They came before sunrise..." "They wanted our blood." My heart sank. "They took everyone they could..." "Those who resisted..." Her gaze drifted toward the bodies surrounding them. "...they slaughtered." She coughed violently. "There were hunters..." She paused, struggling for breath. “and men dressed as merchants."

Fenriz’s eyes widened, and for a moment, time stood still. In that instant, I felt the connection to the blood moon deepening, its energy flowing through me, filling me with strength. We were more than just a pack; we were a family. As we struck, the world exploded into light, the power of the blood moon illuminating the night as it enveloped us. Fenriz staggered back, disbelief etched on his face. “No… this can’t be!” But I would not let him escape. I would not let him take any more from us. With one last surge of energy, I pressed forward, driving my sword deep into his side, the culmination of all our pain and loss.

he said mostly to himself. VVVVV The champagne tasted like shit in her mouth. How could she be here celebrating over the death of her members? Red Dawn hadn’t killed anyone yet, Megumi had been the first to draw blood. Takahiro wouldn’t take this sitting down. He’d fight back, and he’d fight back harder. But she couldn’t afford to not be at this small party. Megumi already suspected her. “So what now?” Takashi asked. “You get a move on” she hissed.

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

She answered. "And why do you smell of blood in a castle where there are vampires?" He then grabbed her wrist, and saw that she had cut herself. This time was a lot worse than the last. He could see her raw flesh. "How could you smell me when you are bathed in blood your highness?" She asked curiously. She could already tell that he was coming from a battle, or maybe he went to invade somewhere, but she knew that they were killings involved. "Your blood smells fresher. Come with me." He ordered, and she followed him.

Five months to find out who was behind the killings and disappearance or he would strip the Bloodsworth clan of their title as the Baron. I needed a fucking break. I needed a distraction. I needed her. Saratan. My eyes fluttered close as her scent filled my nostrils, haunting me, taunting me. The sweet blood that flowed through her veins, the spicy fear that tinged on her skin, the musky arousal dripping from her core. I could still feel her in my arms, her warm breath fanning my face as she casted those bewitching eyes on my cock. Damn, my hard-on strained against my slacks.