Fushimi Castle Blood Novels & Stories

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

When we couldn’t find Sunshine, we went back for Oliver, only to find that he’d been killed and eaten. “Hybrids,” Ishir had confirmed when we landed and saw the blood everywhere, more blood than when we’d left behind. Through our combined senses, I could smell them. “Should we go after them?” I ask him. I stay in my dragon form in case I need to quickly attack or defend, as Ishir is kneeling on the ground near the blood. “Zeph, this is violent. There's a lot of blood here. I mean, you and I are used to violence, we’re animals, but this is something else, this is vicious. I don’t want you near this,” he tells me, standing.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

Kane's POV It’s almost dawn by the time I get back to the castle. The sky is a riot of colours, red, deep orange, and purple blending in the horizon, bathing the world in an ominous crimson hue. I don’t hold much by superstition, but the old wolves believe that a blood sky is a bad omen. Honestly, they may be on to something. I’ve been feeling uneasy since I left the cabin. But then, it’s probably just because I marked Willow.

Zen tushed to the bushes trying to find the attackers. Meanwhile, Gasher had reached Furo's side. He saw blood gushing from Furo's neck and knew the situation was grave. He tore off a piece of his shirt and pressed it against the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding. "Furo! Furo! Stay with us, brother!” He called out frantically. Zen on the other hand fought with all his might, taking down one of the attackers. He rushed to Gasher's side, ready to help him with Furo.

Then came the red. Alarms began to wail through the facility, their rhythmic red pulses painting the white walls in blood. The heavy steel door of the lab blew inward in a deafening shower of sparks. Through the rolling black smoke, a figure lunged into the room—younger, wild, a bloody gash tearing across his shoulder. Dante. He didn't hesitate. He raised his weapon, his eyes locked onto my mother with a feral, protective rage. *“Step away from the child,”* he growled, his voice a low, terrifying rumble even then.

The wave shot up through the bedrock of the castle, tearing out through the heavy timber doors and exploding into the highland atmosphere. Miles away, at the eastern threshold, the low, oily fog was instantly obliterated. The purplish-blue light swept across the valleys, illuminating the dark pine forests with the brilliant, blinding clarity of a thousand midsummer suns. Deep within the ravines, the remaining hundreds of the blood-born horde—along with their new, sovereign-fed leader—were waiting in the shadows, plotting their tactical, patient ambush. The leader had been smiling, his unhinged jaw clicking with anticipation as he prepared to drive his monsters through the breaking storm.

He’d seen his mother with bruises enough times. In his dressing room he pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and stopped short at his bed. Blood? Why was there blood on his sheets? Faro did a sweep of his room and he walked over to his desk and bent to pick up the papers from the floor. Faro frowned as he looked at the marriage contract that now held Sihana’s signature. The blood drained from his face and his hands started to shake as he put the contract down on the table. What the hell happened last night?

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

Reflected in the water is the moon, but it isn’t silver or white. It’s red. Blood red. A deep, sickening shade that churns my stomach. What the hell is this? My head jerks up. Sure enough, looming above the trees, the moon glares down at me in that same crimson shade. That’s not normal. That’s not right. A jolt of fear cuts through me. I remember collapsing in the castle, coughing up blood as palace workers scrambled to help. Their voices had become distant. Fading. Was I dead?