Kiss The Blood Off My Hands Novels & Stories

My wolf rose in me, not in protest, but in reverence. She was ready. I followed, repeating the phrases as best I could. My voice shook, but Kingston didn’t flinch. He nodded with every word, guiding me through it. Then came the exchange of blood. He took a ceremonial blade from the nightstand—small, silver-edged—and gently cut his palm. The scent of his blood filled the room: rich, metallic, and familiar. He held out his hand, and I took it, slicing my own and ignoring the bright sting. It would all be worth it.

"Garick... it was an ambush. A rogue Blood-born. The venom was closing her lungs, I had no time to—" "Shut up, Riheirk," Garick rumbled, his voice low and incredibly thick. The pack father reached out, his massive, calloused hand descending onto the commander's shoulder. Riheirk braced for a blow, or a violent shove. Instead, Garick’s heavy hand simply gripped his shoulder with an immense, grounding strength. Garick wasn't looking at the blood on Riheirk’s hands. He was looking directly into his oldest friend's face.

She wiped it away and it felt thick and sticky against the back of her hand. Curious, Amber held her hands out in front of her and saw the blood. It was everywhere. She was covered in it. The light of the candle danced across it reflecting it around her mind. It shouldn’t feel real but it did. She frantically wiped her hands across the front of her shit in a desperate attempt to free herself of the horrible sensation.

He growled like an animal and pulled me back to himself and did the last thing I expected him to do. He kissed me. Hard, Rough. Sweet. It was like he was punishing me with the kiss as his hands snaked around my waist. He kissed down my neck, my shoulders. "Where the hell did he touch you?" He asked. "Just my hands," I mumbled, and he kissed down my hands without hesitation. When he was done, he looked down at me and smirked. With the kisses and the bites, I was sure I was looking like a pink rabbit right now..if there were any pink rabbits at all.

I dipped my hands into the water and gently washed away the blood, despite the intense pain that made my hands tremble. Jamie walked into the bathroom and asked, “What have you done?” Their face reflected deep concern as they stood by the doorframe, their eyes wide as they took in the scene. I didn’t respond; I was lost in my thoughts, barely registering their presence. “Show me your hands,” Jamie said cautiously, their voice barely audible over the rustling of the wind and birch tree branches outside. I reluctantly pulled my hands out of the water. They trembled uncontrollably, and even though I had washed them, blood continued to seep from the cuts. Jamie reached into their pocket, pulled

What little was left of me was placed in an icebox carved from frozen blocks and carried before him. His brows tightened as the stench hit him, sharp and stinging. His eyes watered, but he held his gaze, refusing to look away. A long silence stretched as Connor's hand stayed upon the white cloth draped over my remains. Finally, he carefully lifted a corner, scrutinizing my left hand. Thankfully, my hands had primarily remained intact. Avoiding the writhing maggots, he searched until he found my ring. His fingers trembled as he slid it off. That was all the confirmation he needed—I was gone.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

She feels goosebumps on her skin too. "Why isn't this coming off? Why is it so hard to get it off?" Olivia panicked as she added more soap to get rid of the blood which has stubbornly refused to get off. "You have to calm down Olivia..." "Calm down? You want me to calm down when I still have blood on my hands. I feel like a murderer right now, I feel like I just murdered someone. Do you know how it feels to have blood dripping from your hand?" Hot tears fills her eyes.

The moment the mate bond snapped, my soul was torn in two. Pain exploded in my chest, a thousand silver needles piercing my heart. I fell to my knees in front of the burning hall and coughed up blood. But this pain was nothing compared to losing my daughter. I forced myself to my feet, calling on the power that slept in my bloodline. The blood of the Moon Goddess. The legacy of a family of healers. A silver light enveloped me, masking my scent.