In The Blood Book Review 소설 & 이야기

Notes from healers long gone filled the margins, written in different hands and different inks, as though each had added a piece of their own knowledge before passing the book on. I leaned against the shelf, my eyes racing across the page. With every line I read, my gift stirred beneath my skin, responding to the words as though they confirmed what it had sensed all along. The book described a sickness inherited through Alpha bloodlines, one that slowly corrupted the body while leaving the mind painfully clear. My heart began to pound. It was the same sickness I had felt inside Alpha Dimitri. The resistance in his blood. The tightening through his veins. The stubborn darkness that had pushed

Only your bloodline must read it. I sat back slowly. Of course. Of course my mother had done that too. Not only once. Every time. No one could steal these pages from me. No one could open them casually if they found them. No one could take her private truth and turn it into weapon or gossip without my blood granting access. I looked down at my finger where the lock had pricked me. The tiny wound was already closing. The book lay there between my knees, dark and heavy and silent again. I set it aside. Carefully. As if the thing had become heavier now that I knew what lived inside it.

There would be no punishment for the people who laughed and had signed papers and went to sleep as my family burned. When I stayed there, I would be walking farther into the jaws of the monster. I sat up and embraced my knees; my fingers tore into my flesh. My heart was still weak. My hands were still too easy to shake. I was not as strong as him. I was not made to find my place in this world of guns and blood. But I was tired of running. I got weary of being small and frightened and powerless. “I should have died without making a noise,” I said to myself. "They were wrong."

I visited them secretly, without anyone knowing. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to suffer. Because for me, you were always my family. The only one I ever had. But you deserved to know. You deserve to know that blood isn't everything. That the love we feel is stronger than any blood tie. I love you. I will always love you. Elena Little Sofia read the diary three times. She wasn't her great-grandmother, not by blood. But she had been everything. She cried.

"Anything about the bodies. The draining. The empty wolves." "That's very specific." "The killer is specific." She pulled a book from the shelf and opened it and the pages were yellow and the ink was faded and the binding was cracked. She held it up to the candlelight and squinted at the words. "Blood rites," she read. "The art of draining life force for power." "That sounds promising." "It sounds terrifying." She sat on the floor and crossed her legs and Ember curled in her lap. I sat across from her and watched her read. Her brow furrowed and her lips moved silently and her fingers traced the lines of text.

Cassie The next morning I’m in the library returning a book I finished reading last night when I couldn’t sleep. The library is massive, two stories tall with built-in shelves that stretch all the way to the ceiling and one of those rolling ladders attached to a rail so you can reach the top shelves. There are reading chairs scattered throughout, deep leather things that look like they’ve been here for decades, and tall windows that let in streams of morning light. I’m tucking the book back into its spot on one of the lower shelves when I hear voices coming from deeper in the room, near the reading area by the fireplace.

This was what she had come for, the reason she had braved the dangerous climb and the unsettling legends surrounding this forsaken place. A small bead of blood quickly formed. Caught up in the joy of finally possessing the relic, Riana hardly noticed the sting. Her eyes were drawn to the intricate silver-work, and she appreciated the satisfying weight of the box in her hand. Riana was so focused on the success of her venture, with adrenaline still coursing through her veins, that she didn’t notice the almost imperceptible twitch of the seemingly lifeless man lying beside her. A single drop of her blood had fallen silently during her bonding session with her relic. The blood falling onto the

She wrote, and I was in shock. The Bloods were wicked. They executed the poor girl because she was fated to the son of the Gamma. He should have just rejected her so she could live. I knew I needed to read more because the last words she wrote were written in a rush. I put down the journal and decided I would read it during my free hours. Note to self, do not get involved with any Blood member. "Report to the kitchen, Moon" I heard a voice in my head. I dressed up in my uniform and returned to the kitchen I had eaten.

"I don’t want to hurt my friends. I think I have to stay away from them." "You had human blood yesterday to recover; that’s why you keep craving for more. Once the human blood you drank leaves your system, you will stop craving human blood." Damon explained. "But what if I hurt someone before the blood leaves my system and—" "Just keep yourself from being hungry by drinking animal blood, and you’d be fine." He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "So can you stop being paranoid now?" She opened her mouth to respond, but her words died on her lips when Bryan suddenly appeared before them.

We all felt the loss. “Fucking Onyx was crazy out there. I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m glad she was on our side,” He chuckled, and a smile tugged at my lips. Yeah, she was. My kind of crazy. “Yeah. Both of you. You two looked like king and queen warriors out there. It was something,” Manix chimed in. Somehow despite what had happened, she seemed to be winning them over too. If only… “I still can’t believe she donated her blood. Vampires always think they’re better than us and that’s like taboo for them or something and she was no exception. But from what I heard; it helped a lot of our people.”