Gremory Bloodstained Novels & Stories

Alice stumbled through the gym’s side exit, the rally’s roar—blaring music, screaming crowds—fading to a dull hum as the courtyard’s cold night air slapped her face. The school’s open quad stretched before her, cracked concrete benches under flickering streetlamps, skeletal trees rustling in the wind, the distant thump of the pep rally echoing like a heartbeat. Her hands still glowed faintly from the gym’s ritual circle, her wrist scar burning, the crumpled notes (Break or burn, weapon) heavy in her pocket alongside the bedroom pendant. The vision of Samuel’s ritual—lights pulsing, packs clashing, blood pooling—clawed at her mind, alongside Liam’s plea, Kane’s fierce grip, Mira’s whispered t

"I'll see you soon, brother." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I gripped the stake and thrust it into Godfrey's heart. Blood splattered onto my hand and the floor. Godfrey bowed, gasped a final breath, and within seconds, his head dropped. Ripping the stake from his heart, blood sprayed out, splattering all over my clothes and the floor. I handed Viktor the stake and turned around just in time to see Gwen’s head peeking through the door. Fuck.

Glen’s POV The line went dead immediately and the room around me came back to focus with dim lightning and the faint smell of blood lingering in the air. I lifted my gaze to Romeo who stood a few feet away, flexing his fingers slightly as dark red streaks still clung to his skin, his knuckles were quite bloodied from his 'exercise'. At his feet, a body lay lifeless, unfortunately he was a man who had made the mistake of stepping into territory he didn’t understand or better still he understood too well.

“That's very good.” “What is it?” “A tracking anchor.” She picked it up. “Made from the blood of someone you want to find. If you have their blood on an object like this you can follow the scent anywhere.” She paused. “Even through chains.” Remi stared at it. “Whose blood?” Gemma looked at her steadily. “Where did you get Nero's blood?” “I didn't,” she said. “I got it from the path near the market. Where they dragged him.”

Of a stone stained dark with blood. Of a man with golden eyes who looked at her with fury… and something that felt like heartbreak. She would wake with tears on her cheeks. And anger she didn’t understand. One night, she placed her hand over her chest where the midwife once claimed the crescent mark had been. It burned faintly beneath her skin. A scar without a wound. ⸻ Elder Rowan In the Bloodmoon territory, far from rogue lands, Elder Rowan stood before the sacred fire. He had grown older. Frailer. But guilt had aged him more than time. He had known.

“I am not a butcher. Sunscar names Hollowmere.” Hollowmere put forward a man called Grimbald, who had killed nine wolves in the border war and was, I learned afterward, extremely apologetic about the entire business. “She may name a champion of kin,” Ordric said. He looked at Aldren. Every soul in the hall looked at Aldren, and I understood the full shape of the trap in one clean piece.

The path to the Sacred Chamber, where the gemstone lay hidden, had been poisoned. I steadied my breath and pressed on, the handle of my blade tight in my grip. A thick mist began to roll in. From the mist, a low growl erupted. I spun to face it. A creature crawled from the shadows—skeletal, tall as two men, its body made of bone and black mist. Grave Stalker. It screeched and pounced. I barely dodged in time, rolling across cold stones. I swung my spirit-steel blade, catching its side. It retaliated with sharp claws that sliced my shoulder. I screamed and stumbled.

“I won’t repeat that twice.” Shawn angrily turned the same hand he had raised into a fist, tightening his fingers enough for his fingernails to draw blood from his skin. He ignored the pain, muttering a small whisper of magic. Rose saw the blood drops that fell on the floor began to shake as a creature pushed it body out from the floor. Rose shuddered when seeing the creepy eyes of the gargoyle but something was different with the gargoyle that he had summoned compared to the other gargoyles she had seen before!

Blood stained the dirt as the battle raged on, the scent of fear and violence filling the night air. The scent of fear and violence filled the air, mingling with the metallic stench of blood. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched in a mix of horror and relief as Azriel swiftly dispatched the remaining two vampires. The lifeless bodies lay strewn across the ground, a grim to the battle that had just unfolded.

She swiftly snapped her eyes to the front while blinking away her welled up tears and concentrating on the main subject there. The floor beneath Victor was a pool of blood and considering the amount of blood that has oozed out and oozing out he surely will die soon because of the excessive bleeding. The blood was flowing towards them on the floor and Grusha’s eyes followed the blood path only to notice something shining through the blood. Grusha squinted her eyes to look at it more clearly as her feet were already bringing her closer to the spot. When her feet stepped on the blood the blood overflowed the shining object making it cover completely in blood. Grusha crouched down in front of th