Gremory Bloodstained Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes when silence fell over the meeting room, my heart racing as I looked upon the creatures, each one of them baring the prince coated in blood; the blood of someone they had originally trusted. Luka Gremory had been destroyed, ripped limb from limb and the pieces scattered around the table.

Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

He was too heavy and my feet were tangled with the edge of my long dress. "Are you a slayer?" Another undead guy growled at Cammie. "Nope," Cammie said. "Just a black belt, but I can still rearrange your face." The guy growled and charged Cammie with his vampire speed. "No!" I screamed, giving another punch to my attacker. Then I snaked my free hand to the back of his neck and snapped his head. The guy collapsed to the floor beside me. I rose to my feet again, but before I could even stop the undead from hurting my best friend, Cammie had already jumped into an attack. She did a back-flip, knocking the vampire with the heel of her combat boot in the process. The undead's bulky head snapped r

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

He began to move—a frantic, punishing pace that rattled the heavy frame of the bed. Every thrust felt like he was trying to reach my very soul, to claim the parts of me that Toby had touched with his gentle words and his sunflowers. Laredo was erasing him, stroke by agonizing stroke. He bit my shoulder, his teeth sinking deep into the muscle, leaving a mark that would bleed into the sheets. “Mine,” he growled, the word a guttural roar. “You are mine until there is nothing left of you.”

The ground trembled as though the world itself had been struck by a colossal heartbeat. From the rift in the earth, shadows erupted in great torrents, writhing upward like serpents made of smoke and blood. Serena’s body arched violently, her scream tearing into the night sky, echoing through the forest and beyond. The shard of the Blood-Eclipse crown embedded itself into her, burning molten crimson against her skin before vanishing into her body. The rest of the fragments, scattered across the battlefield, answered its call—shooting like meteors into her chest, her head, her bones.

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

The faces before me—elders and fighters alike—mirror my rage, eyes flashing with the promise of retribution. The young warrior swallows hard, exchanging glances with his companions. "The footprints is deep and deliberate. And the killing style—precise slashes, no wasted movement. The bodies were also arranged as warnings. From our deductions, it was no other than the Grimwards." A collective snarl rises immediately, the name alone igniting old hatreds like dry tinder. Grimwards. Our blood enemies. The chamber pulses as warriors shift restlessly, hands itching for weapons. But then one of the messanger warriors hesitates, his voice dropping lower, laced with dread. "Alpha... there was a body

My ribs shriek in protest. I drive my shard up mindlessly into its gut—once, twice, three times. Hot black blood spills over my hand, burning where it touches. The smell is wrong—sweet and chemical, like meat left to rot in sorcery. Not wolf. Not man. Something made to unmake. The creature gurgles. But doesn’t fall. It’s not built to fall. It’s built to drag me down. I snarl, wrench the shard free, and jam it sideways into its gaping maw.

And with that, he melted back into the shadows, leaving Ayden seething, Liam unsettled, and the pack’s secrets one step closer to unraveling.(Felix’s POV) The vampire stronghold was carved into the cliffs like a cathedral of shadow, its stone halls lit only by crimson glass torches that flickered with unnatural flame. The air was thick with incense and iron, a subtle perfume that masked the ever-present tang of blood. I moved easily through the grand chamber, my footsteps echoing. I felt eyes following me from the balconies