Gremory Bloodstained Novels & Stories

Anastasia was quiet, but if you crossed her, she would get you back in a way worse than this. She's as over protective as any Gastillo. This isn't unusual but it certainly brings attention to her. Students aren't done, I know. They'll still try to fuck her over. Maybe even kill her. My knuckles almost cracks from how hard I'm clenching it. I wasn't kidding about the red moon. Part of the curse on Grimsborrow, made by the founder Grim himself. I can't even begin to explained how stupid it is to curse your own fucking town. Like what in the world possessed you to do such a thing.

I didn't even want to wait for my dad. I leaned on the wall as I slowly got back up, then I went to the manager's office right beside the lobby. The manager noticed my disheveled look, and he frowned. "Who the hell are you, woman? This isn't a place for asylum inmates," he said impatiently. I didn't want to argue, so I tossed a black-gold card over to him. There were only two of its kind in Imperia. He would recognize it. The moment he saw my name on the card, his legs buckled, and he nearly fell from his seat. "M-Ms. Oliviero? But…"

It's worse than I imagined. A jagged scar cuts across his ribs, but it's not just a scar. The flesh is blackened and twisted, and within it, something glows—a deep, pulsing red light like embers in dying coals. The mark is shaped like a broken moon encircled by thorns, and as I watch, shadows writhe beneath his skin, spreading out from the mark like roots. "This is the Bloodwraith Mark," he says, his voice hollow. "My father tried to break a sacred bond, and Vorrak punished our entire bloodline for it. This curse turns emotion into hunger. The stronger I feel, the more dangerous I become. And with you…" He shakes his head. "Everything I feel is amplified a hundredfold. Your fear feeds me. Yo

He and Edward turned their heads to find the figure of Thyme Umberbridge, who had inserted their revolver into their inner coat pocket, then shook their head slowly at the sight in front of them before their eyes before turning to look at the two of them. 'I'll ask my men to clean this mess.' Thyme walked over to him, avoiding the splash of blood that had stained the room. Their eyes stared at Gavin's motionless figure, then spat at Gavin's corpse, full of disgust. 'This is the answer for touching me carelessly at that time. Well, at least I've managed to kill him.' 'Thanks,' said Edward with a sigh of relief. 'No problem.' Edward turned around, facing him. The man's eyes widened in shock. '

Roman pointed out. "Whatever! I still can't believe a sourdre de sang wouldn't know how the bar of the invisible works." "Bar?" Roman mocked. "A hotel. Hotel." Rose scrunched up her face. Roman pursed his lips. Reserving his words. "Whatever." Rose shrugged, "Say the words and stamp your foot twice." "That simple?" Roman asked. "Simply for pure bloods." Rose shrugged and went in ahead of him. With his shoulders all scrunched up, Roman muttered to himself, "What are the words again?"

" Careful. They poison what they touch." I didn’t care. “Then I’ll burn faster than they spread.” By the time Garrick returned, blood - black and shining - stained his armor. “They’re multiplying!” he shouted. “Every time one falls, two rise!” I looked up. The clouds over the moon had turned crimson at the edges, pulsing. And for a heartbeat, I felt her. A whisper, deep and sweet as rot. "He bleeds so beautifully, doesn’t he, sister?" I growled, forcing the voice out. “Not tonight.”

"The Bloodbound will rise again." The dagger's light flared once, as if answering him. And far above the ruins, in the night sky, a murder of crows took flight - screaming into the dark.

It wasn’t hard to find because of the Grimaldi family emblem on it. I couldn’t go inside since it was locked, so I decided to leave the flowers I bought outside. The name ‘Giovanna’ was beautifully engraved on the tombstone, and I saw a photo of her displayed there, which made me cry even more. I kneeled on the ground, crying and repeatedly apologizing to Aunt. “I’m sorry, Aunt. It’s my fault. I know I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t kill anyone, and that’s been proven, but I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m to blame for what happened to you.”

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

Too recently. The floors gleamed. The walls had been scrubbed. Even the old mortar between stones looked damp, as if servants had been ordered to wash history out of the cracks before witnesses arrived. But blood did not leave easily. Not from stone. Not from memory. Not from me. I walked behind Roan with Garran at my left, Maelis at my right, and Oren a few paces behind us with two Ashvale wolves. Sera remained above with Torren, because someone needed to keep Graymere from turning Thorncrest Hall into a battlefield.