House Of Earth And Blood Novels & Stories

Henry had never heard of that. "It was recorded in an ancient book in Horizon Clan that the Majestic Phoenix appeared between heaven and earth. Its blood was highly terrifying and contained supreme power. "So far, it remains a myth as no one has ever seen it before. However, the faint mark on her forehead looks just like what was described in the ancient book." Martha could not believe it, too. If there was a Phoenix Bloodline in the world, should there not also be a Dragon Bloodline? "What should I do now?" Henry asked anxiously.

Noah let out a deafening roar, shaking the heavens and the earth. Eerie and mysterious blood-red patterns emerged on his body, faintly glowing. These blood-red patterns seemed alive, flashing with each beat of Noah's heart and breath. He opened his eyes, and they radiated a crimson light.

I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds. The title 'Desire for thirst' was inspired from my personal experience of writing this series. The main character in Desire for thirst is the werewolf which murdered my mom. For every novel, I make some particular things to specify from each book like the manner of killing. Likewise, the manner I used in Desire for thirst is man in Balck clothing slashing his victims throat after cutting out their tongue. i got shocked after seeing the similar manner of killing in the news. Was it only a coincidence or... i couldn't even come up with any ways to thi

Her hand subconsciously moved toward his wounded arm but he stopped her. “We can’t stay here…it's dangerous. We'd better look for a place to spend the night then head for the mansion tomorrow.” He told her and she nodded. Madison looked around and her eyes almost widened in shock, as she could see three animal carcasses and two dead human corpses, lying around. A small stream of blood could be seen, stretching and dying the ground red, ad they came together to form a pool of blood. The scent of iron reeked everywhere, which gave off a nauseating feeling. Even Madison had to close her mouth as she battled to fight the urge of vomiting on the ground.

The stories of the wolf legends weren't just false folklore; they were true. Here, in this book, I had always had. It made mention of three wolves that birthed the wolf bloodlines. All but one were dead, Emmett. If he said he didn't belong here then he still thinks he had his home. In another universe or something else. Wait a minute. I went to my closet and picked up Emmett's urn. I read the hieroglyphics that were on it as I strolled to my bed.

Her head snaps up at our unexpected arrival and I stumble a couple of steps back. Horrified, her sobs flow freely. She searches the air in front of her by wildly swinging her arms. “Who’s there?” Her whimpers mix with tears of blood. So much blood. It trickles down her face from the two hollowed sockets in her face. Dark, deep holes are where her eyeballs should be. “It’s The Order.” I say into the eerily quiet house. Oliver quickly questions, “who did this to you?” His eyes roam the area searching for the culprit.

“You are the key—and the blade. The one who may heal, or the one who may destroy.” Maya’s skin prickled as the water around them shimmered. A pulse of energy rippled outward, and then the voice came—not Sirena’s, not anyone’s, but something ancient that thrummed with power. "When sea meets shadow and moonlight bleeds, A child of three shall rise from need. Wolf of white with eyes of ice, Bound by blood yet torn by vice." Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin.

The mixture smoked, giving off a scent of sulfur and flowers. “KIT! THE EARTH!” Siron yelled. From the tomb corridor, Kit ran back, his hand clenched tight. “I got it!” The stone hands from the walls tried to ensnare Kit. Siron ran toward him, taking the earth from Kit’s grasp, cold, black soil imbued with malevolent energy. This was it. Voluntary blood from the bound one. Earth from the original tomb. Siron didn’t know the words. But he followed instinct, following the feeling pulsing in the symbol on his wrist.

You took her. The presence stirred, a ripple in the darkness. “She offered.” "No," Aurek spat, his voice a low growl. You broke her. A sound echoed that wasn't a sound—pressure rather than a vibration that rattled my bones and shot spikes of pain through my skull. The earth buckled violently, the cracks widening and deepening. “Blood opens gates; blood completes what blood begins.” The pull intensified, growing stronger. My veins blazed, not with fever, but with recognition—a sense of coming home. It was as if my very blood remembered a shape it was always meant to take.

I explained, my heart hammering as I read a line about a Key born of both houses that was meant to keep the balance. ​"The men think the war is about borders, but it’s actually about the Gate, and if one side gets the Key without the other, the whole world is erased," I continued, reading faster as the room seemed to get colder with every word, and I felt a pit of dread forming in my stomach.