Novelas y relatos de Gremory Bloodstained

--- The Blood That Remembers Greta laid out three bowls: Moon water Salt Bloodroot ash The air thickened. “Your birthright isn’t just power,” Greta said to Lillieth. “It’s memory. The ember your mother hid carries history.” Lillieth’s breath tightened. “Show me.” Greta nodded. “Give me your hands.” Draven stiffened. “If she gets hurt—” “She won’t,” Greta snapped. “But she has to see.” Lillieth placed her hands palms up over the bowls.

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

His whole body was covered in blood that obviously didn't belong to him. "How did it end up like this, just the both of us" Xorn pointed at himself and the other man, his cheeks burning in heat at the fire but the other person stood there unmoving, calculating his steps, oblivious to the fact that the fire was slowly burning through his flesh, the pain was nothing compared to the pain this man gave to him, why would he care about a little wound but the bigger fish was before him. Damien smirked more sadistically. "I wonder too, where are your men. Let me guess, all gone?"

The metallic scent of blood was overwhelming, mixing with the ozone of the Montague District's dying streetlamps. "I told you... to run, kid. My time was up before you were even a flicker in your mother’s eye," Somito wheezed. He slumped against the damp brick wall, his breath coming in wet, rattling hitches. The hole in his chest was deep enough to see the glint of bone—shattered, grey, and utterly wrong. "The Ashen Fangs don't travel in pairs. There will be more. Go."

She turned at the sound of the door opening, hoping to see her soon-to-be husband but it wasn’t him. It was Mauley. His nickname was gotten from the word, Maul which was given to him because of his huge stature. He approached, carrying bad new. The entire church guessed it. He was here without Liam. That was a bad sign already. Asher met him halfway and Mauley whispered into Asher’s ears. After that, Mauley turned around and left. The church was silent. Everyone was waiting for the next shoe to drop. Larissa wished she could disappear.

Nibbling and grazing the golden neck. "Then.. Don’t. Now that I can’t, but if I could I would love to die in your arms" . Callum said, losing himself in Stephen’s arms. The moon was at its peak. Full Blue moon like Stephen eyes that had turned red. He placed his lips on the pulsing vein before barring his teeth. Callum felt a sting and then all he could feel was a frenzy, a euphoria. He now knew why Stephen felt excited offering him his blood.

They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system. Garick’s gaze tracked the fading lines of the corruption, and then his eyes shifted to the dark, deep gash slashed across Riheirk’s left wrist, still sluggishly weeping dark crimson. He knew exactly what had happened. He knew the biological ledger had been permanently signed. Riheirk braced himself for the explosive wrath of an enraged Alpha dad. He opened his mouth, his gravelly baritone rough and completely stripped of its usual military authority. "Garick... it was an ambush. A rogue Blood-born. The venom was closing he

They chorused. "Our powers don't work here Master" "Yes, me too" They started to murmur and complain. "I know it doesn't. If you want it back, find the lost blood!" He yelled. "Yes master!" They chorused again. Steve hand shook. He really want to find her and he's ready to kill anyone in his way, even Elon. . Carlos was in the car with Amy. He kept on stealing glances from her. Amy noticed it and stared at him. "What?" She asked.

"Rise up boy and show me your face." Upon hearing this, the young lad jerked his head up, showing his deep emerald, almond-shaped eyes and tanned skin. His squared jaw showed some bruises that link up to his upper lip. The leather garments he was wearing were full of dirt and sweat, showing some stains of blood that might have been from a wild animal he perhaps killed a few weeks ago. Some strands of his copper hair covered his forehead as he looked up. He was visibly trembling but still managed to speak. "Y-yes s-sire?"