Las Noches Bleach Novels & Stories

"No buts. He's my mate and that's fate. End of story." "So- you're the Luna of Blood Moon Pack?!" At the moment, the world stood still. I'm.. the Luna? I had forgotten. I had forgotten I was supposed to be the Luna. A Luna. I threw a shattered glass at him and it scratched his face. "Hey! Anna! What the hell. This face costs a fortune you know!" "Like anyone is gonna see it." "Tsk tsk." He got up and looked through the windows. "Beautiful view you have. "

Even she felt something metallic in her mouth too that indicated his tortures and the bleeding of her lips. "You were saying something right?" He released her lips and watched her flushed cheeks, soggy eyes, continuous tear flow, and bleeding lips. The perfect artwork to satisfy him. There was only silence as Iris could vaguely see him through her blurry vision. "Didn't you just slap me with this hand?" Leonard pulled her right palm up to show the masterpiece. It was bleeding like anything. Her entire palm was scarred and she couldn't feel anything. "Tell me, sweetheart." He jerked her hand up and smashed that across the nightstand.

This would be a major relapse in her mental health. A Mental Asylum is where she would never go again. When she saw Angus staring at her, chills ran down her spine. He was up to no good and Avyanna could sense it. Avyanna soaked herself in her lavender body scrub, drinking directly from a bottle of champagne. She kept cucumbers in her eyes and delve into the soothing rhythm and vocals of the song Getting older by Billie Eilish. She had soaked in the bathtub for almost forty-five minutes. The time was 12: 45. Lala kept bothering her telling her that Elektra was at the window, and she asked her to bring Elektra up to the room.

“Oh, I'm just getting started.” There was bleach on the floor, used for cleaning the cells when they got too filled with blood. I knew that pouring bleach down his throat won't do any good and I was hoping that he knew that too . “One major inconvenience is not being able to speak. I'm sure you enjoy talking so much which is why you chose to gloat that you had taken my daughter at the party. If you had known better, you would have kept your mouth shut.” I opened the bottle and watched his eyes widen. The way Adrian and Nora just stood to the side silently, I almost forgot that they were there. Why weren't they saying anything, especially Adrian?

“We had the mating ceremony. I’m part of Blue Moon now.” “Lydia, I hope it isn’t what I’m thinking. You’ve been marked by Knox? And joining them today—does that mean you two mated?” Blake’s voice wavered, a sharp edge of panic beneath his words. Lydia laughed, but it was dry and hollow. “No, silly. It was a blood-binding ritual. The ceremony only involved drinking each other’s blood, that’s all. We didn’t mate. Not like we ever would.” There was silence on the other end.

And there—rising just above the tallest rooftops—was the moon. Only it wasn’t silver. It was the color of fresh blood. She gasped and stumbled back, knocking over a chair. The moon looked alive. And it looked angry. --- Four Hours Earlier “Late again,” Mrs. Harren muttered, scribbling something on Elara’s paper. Elara didn’t bother answering. She sank into her chair and opened her notebook, ignoring the snickers from the other students.

I grin widely then allow him to leave. After we get all the gear and stuff we need for the attack ready. I wish them good luck especially Blue and then watch them slowly leave. They will walk because they want it to be night-time by the time they get to Lomandra. So when they turn the power off it will be completely dark and we will most likely catch them in their beds asleep. That afternoon I clap myself on the back for coming up with such a wonderful idea. This better be successful because I have everything to loss if this fails, including Natalie.

"To the noise cancellation." "To the noise," Thalia murmured back. By the time the city neon finally flickered to life outside, casting vibrant blues and reds across the brickwork, the dresser was standing, the plant was watered, and the loft felt entirely alive. Thalia leaned her head back against the exposed concrete wall, listening to the muffled clanging of tools from the garage downstairs and Chloe humming a random radio tune. The fracture in her chest hadn't vanished completely, but under the city lights, the bleeding had finally stopped.

The blue was deepening, darkening, bleeding into a vibrant, glowing violet. I froze, gripping the sink until my knuckles cracked. Violet. "No," I whispered. "No, no, no." Liam’s voice echoed in my head. The First Bloodline. Lycans. Violet eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut. Make it stop. Make it stop. I counted. One. Two. Three. I focused on the smell of bleach and cheap soap. Eight. Nine. Ten. I opened my eyes. The smell of bleach was gone. Replaced by the metallic tang of blood and the scent of damp earth.

“Look at me, Luna. Look only at me.” “I can see them,” Luna whispered, eyes wide and glassy. “The women before us. The ones who carried this curse. They’re screaming.” Bianca gritted her teeth, fighting tears. “Then let them scream. You’re their ending.” The moon’s last light vanished completely behind the earth. Total eclipse. The world bled black and red. Bianca took Luna’s hand and began the final chant, each word slicing through her own soul. “We end this,” Bianca whispered. “For every woman who bled before us.”