Iron And Blood Game Novels & Stories

After serving as the food they must take blood tonics and feed on nourishing delicacies to replenish their strength and blood. A blonde maid came over to me and a redhead went towards Cass. They both took a knife and sliced their wrists. The pleasant smell of their blood filled my nostrils and soon took over my nervous system. Some drops of blood splattered on the floor and I could feel the beast from within begging to be unleashed. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my orbs turned darker at the immense hunger. Black veins reflected underneath my eyes and I sank my elongated fangs into the maid. The nourishing drink filled every part of my body and awoke me in a rejuvenating way. I coul

The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold. Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.

And I froze when the walls became fully visible. My heart stopped. My breath caught in my throat. The walls were covered in something dark, wet and red. Blood! The walls were covered in blood. And words were written on it with blood. Large letters smeared across the concrete. On the wall, written in blood was a message meant only for me. I read them slowly. And each word was like a knife to my heart. "Irina is mine now. No one is coming for you. You will die in that chair, brother!"

It made their bodies feel as if they were being pierced by needles, and their hearts beat faster than usual. "Hahaha, I'm sorry I can't play with you guys. But don't worry! This game will be the most interesting one for all of you, it won't disappoint you!" said the blood man with a satisfied laugh, then the demon-like blood creature grabbed the man's body with its large hands. Cracckkkk...

My body leaves pieces of itself behind with every scrape forward. I jam the blood-slick shard under the edge of the vent, prying, snarling, and cursing under my breath until it tears free with a shriek of protesting metal. It drops to the floor with a clatter that’s too loud, too final. Like a bell tolling at a funeral. Mine, maybe. Or theirs. I should feel triumphant. I should feel hope. All I taste is iron and empty hunger. Even winning tastes like blood. Even freedom wants its price in bone.

People around us started coming to their senses as they woke up inside the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter” mum announced proudly. My eyes widened as the ground glowed beneath me, I tried moving out of the circle I was in only to realize that there was what looked like a force field wall which I couldn’t get past. I punched the wall twice, it glowed under the force. But that was all, I couldn’t move out of it as mum proudly explained the rules of the games.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

One clash with Eiran and it feels as useless as a child’s toy. No. That’s not the whole truth. This is because I fought Eiran. If it had been someone else, I wouldn’t have been unmade like this. Blood decorates everything. Splashes on the floor, streaked along shelves, dark halos on the spines of books. I taste iron in my mouth; my breath comes ragged.

"I know you didn't flinch when the wound was deep. I am a man who likes results. I am not going to argue with results." I go to the table and sit down. I need to think, but my brain feels messy. "I don't even know your name," I say. I realize it as I speak. We spent three days together and I never asked. Maybe I didn't want to know. Maybe it was easier if he was just a body to fix. "Caius," he says. "Caius Ironblood." I go very still. Everyone knows that name. The Ironblood pack is the strongest one in the north. They are the ones who handle the border. They are the ones people are afraid of.