Gremory Bloodstained Novels & Stories

But, now things were better and Liam got what he needed. Once again, Liam glanced at Mila, whose body was now covered by his black robe to cover her blood stained shirt. It was Liam himself who had cleaned the blood stains on Mila's cheeks and didn't let anyone else touch her. This was a vampire's possessive attitude toward something they consider to be theirs. Especially if this was about their partner.

she confessed. With his free hand he ran through his hair, tousling those thick locks in a way that made Leia's heart beat faster. That and the boyish blush on his cheeks which had her convinced wasn't just from the swamp heat. Her eyes returned to watch the swirl of red gravel drifting towards the storm drain. Sterling attacked the crimson stains with new vigor and bleach as an awkward silence fell between them. Neither of them will willingly to break it just yet. But unfortunately the chemicals Sterling had already poured on the blood stains had masked any scents of her wolf she might have found directly at the murder scene.

Voices swirled around me, sharp and angry, cutting through the haze clouding my mind, the room smelled of iron, sharp and metallic. When I finally forced my eyes open, the first thing I saw was blood. It splattered across the marble floor like dark petals, my breath caught. And then I saw him. Raymond stood in the center of the room, his chest heaving, his hands dripping crimson. His golden eyes burned with barely controlled rage. The nearest servant knelt before him, trembling violently, their faces pale with terror. “Who brought it?” Raymond’s voice was a growl, each word laced with deadly promise. “Who dared leave that tray?”

CHAPTER 71 DRAKEN’S POV “It was on the marble, Sir,” Thorne muttered. He held up his gauntlet, pointing a finger toward a dried smear on the cuff. “A single crimson drop. The scent was corrupted. It tasted of iron and rot.” My body went entirely rigid, my hands slamming flat against the map table until the timber groaned under my pressure. My wolf threw his head back in a snarl. “Where is she?” I growled, my eyes flaring.

my wife wondered as she looked around the castle from the glass French door. "There wasn't much difference between them because both were dangerous and fed on blood. However, Deathly Blood was one of the types of blood manipulation. The first type was known as Blood Weapon; this style of blood manipulation allowed you to change your blood into any dangerous armament, including knives, guns, and grenades. They were more lethal than regular weaponry. The second variety was Bloody Saint, which included complex blood manipulation but was a powerful sort of blood healing. It was like an elixir, and the final one was Deathly Blood. It was a type that was not only difficult to learn but also diffic

As he step into the ballroom it reeked of cordite and spilled blood. Broken glass glittered across the marble like fallen stars, each shard reflecting the carnage of the night. Men groaned, dying, their loyalty bleeding onto Rossi floors. Damian Moretti stood at the center of it all, his suit darkened with blood not his own. His chest heaved as he surveyed the wreckage, his hands trembling—not from fear, but from the fury caged within him.

The night tastes like blood. It stains the air, thick and metallic, clinging to my tongue no matter how many times I swallow. Bodies lie everywhere: wolves, vampires, and witches, all broken, torn, and twisted at angles no living thing should bend. This isn’t a battlefield anymore. It’s a graveyard. I move from person to person, checking pulses, forcing my hands to stay steady even though they won’t stop shaking. My dress or what’s left of it, is stiff with blood and dirt.

I try to say something, but before I can speak I start coughing and Victor helps me, I bend over as blood comes out with each cough. After several times feeling this pressure in my chest and getting weaker each time, I then taste rotten meat and make a greater effort and soon a ball of muscle, blood and hair comes out of me and falls to the ground. "Fuck!" I hear Ishtar's voice. "Some Necromancer has Soren's blood!" As soon as this grotesque thing comes out of me, I can feel Strïth coming back, and his anger is palpable. Then, before I can say anything, I see Ghost start to bend over, bringing his hand to the middle of his chest, the smell of his blood spreading as it starts to drip from his

“I knew there was something about her.” “Wait…” Remus blinked and tried to understand. “There is a new blood and I am not aware?” Ignoring him, Maximus moved closer and examined the mark, his fingers hovering over it without touching it. He watched how the line spread and he suddenly furrowed his brows. “It looks like old magic,” he said. “It burns,” Cassian hissed in pain. “Like fire spreading inside of me. I feel like I’m going to burst out any second.”

Yvonne asked while moving in front of Giselle when she realized that the man and her best friend were staring at each other intensely. "Oh, never mind. I think I remember my friend's door number now. I honestly thought it was on this floor. Well, ladies, have a wonderful morning ahead," he greeted us before leaving without anything saying anything else. We watched him get lost inside the elevator. "Okay?" Yvonne started before facing Giselle and cheerfully said, "Let's go- what's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost." "That- that was E-Emesto."