Novel & Cerita Gremory Bloodstained

When she walked in to the loving area, the first thing her mind registered was the pungent scent of rusted metal—no—blood. There he was in the middle of it. He was unbuttoning his stained dress shirt with a cold but calm demeanor. His expression was blank and he looked like a demon ascended straight from hell. His black leather shoes were sole deep in the pool of blood that that at his feet. Rain stopped in her tracks and a scream lodged in her throat. Alexander took the shirt off and handed it over to Enzo who stood right next to him. Enzo’s expression mirrored Alexander’s . They both peered down at the scene in front of them, one Rain knew Alexander had created.

And then we used the rope to climb down to our parents’ room and entered the room unaware of the fact that, it was actually a theatre of real life R-rated film. Madarashi entered there first followed by me. When I entered I saw, because of some reason Madarashi froze there. And soon, I found out a horrible scene! I saw my father was standing there with two daggers in his hand and our mother was lying on the ground covered in blood, cuts and bruises. This scene had two different reactions in me and Madarashi . He started to scream out loud like he had gone berserk and for me, I couldn’t even move, my senses went numb. Because of his scream, father knew that we were there. He, with a daring fa

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

The moment the door opened, everyone in the living room instinctively covered their noses and mouths. Even Mom, who was always so domineering, gagged at the smell. Dad froze in the doorway. He stood frozen in place like a statue. I followed his line of sight and saw myself curled up on the floor. Between the drugs and alcohol, combined with the summer heat, my body had swollen and turned black beyond recognition. The pool of dried blood at the corner of my mouth split my face in two. There was still something tightly wedged inside my fist.

He had been so arrogant and self righteous in his way of living, that anyone could wander in and out and never know they had stumbled quite literally into the wolfs den. I step out of the car and smell deeply with my nose. The faint trace of something familiar catches my attention and I remove my sunglasses inhaling further. "Brynor?" I turn to see my two companions exiting the car. Ivan and Gregor. All three of us are dressed in expensive suits. To the innocent bystander, we look like business men in our forties but at over six hundred years old, we are dangerous. Unlike measly humans who grow frail. Us older, more pure blood shifters are the opposite, getting stronger with age.

He said with a sheepish smile as she was still standing with a candle stand in her hand looking at him flabbergasted. "So you are the new girl ,Umera told us about" she turned around to face two girls one was with red hairs and the other one was a burrente wearing almost same types of purple colour gowns. By their snow white skin and different red eyes she guessed that they were also vampires.

Dark blood splattered the blade and the battle ground, and I noticed flames were firing high in the sky. I felt many emotions all at once, anger; that Celeste didn't listen, appreciating that we had a distraction, hurt that I have to kill all these people simply because of one man, and lust for blood to see all over the battlefield. A blade was swung at the neck of Gravyer but I guarded him with my own, metal against metal made a shing sound as it sheathed across the enemies and straight into his under armor and chains. The blade dropped from his hands as he fell forward and impaling himself with my blade, and more blood streamed, I pulled my sword out of his chest throwing the man lifeless

Gregory howled in pain, but he yanked the blade out, staggering backward as blood poured from the wound. Breathing heavily, Damon raised his weapon, his gaze locked on Gregory’s faltering form. He could see the fear creeping into Gregory’s eyes, the realization that he was losing. With a roar, Damon charged forward, stabbing his blade into Gregory’s stomach and twisting it mercilessly. Gregory gasped, a look of horror crossing his face as Damon’s eyes burned into his. “This is for my brother,” Damon said, his voice a deadly whisper.

Dark pools spread beneath the elders, winding through cracks in the broken courtyard until they reach the fractured stones and stop. Every droplet quivers; one bead rolls backward, followed by another, defying gravity. Thin red threads begin to creep across the courtyard slowly, like living veins searching for each other. The blood abandons the bodies that shed it, twisting together in streams that meet, thicken, and rise. A heavy sphere forms between the corpses, rotating with a slow, unnatural rhythm. Inside it, darker currents swirl beneath brighter crimson layers, folding over each other like something alive. The air shifts; the metallic scent of blood becomes so thick it coats his tongu

"...What am I to you?" The wolf didn't move. He simply remained there, forehead against mine... As though protecting me from a pain neither of us understood. * •Third Person's P O V• Far away... Inside Gretonia's private caravan, a hooded figure stepped through the entrance. Gretonia looked up from the ancient documents spread across his desk. A slow smile crossed his face. "You came." The stranger lowered their hood. The silver crest stitched onto their cloak revealed their allegiance immediately. MoonBlood.