Let Love Bleed Red Novels & Stories

“You’re so scheming. Who knows if you’ll pretend to cooperate now, then secretly take labor-inducing pills and deliver early? No, that child can’t stay. Even if Martin found out, he’d back me.” She cut me off, called two bodyguards over, and had me escorted straight into the blood-drawing room. When the cold needle pierced my vein, I closed my eyes and trembled. The doctor drew 400cc of my blood. As he prepared to remove the needle, Clara frowned and demanded, “This isn’t enough. Draw more!” The doctor protested, uneasy. “But drawing more would be dangerous.” Clara waved him off. “It’s okay. She’s healthy, so take more. I only worry that Tricia won’t have enough.”

Just before she fell, she quickly pulled a small bag from her purse and squeezed its contents onto her dress. "A theatrical blood pack. Easy enough to buy on the black market," Lorenzo said with a cold smile. "Miss Ava, your performance was truly impressive." Ava's face went deathly pale. "No, that's not what happened..." she tried to argue, but the video had said it all. Bruno stared at the screen, his expression shifting from rage to disbelief, and finally to a horrified understanding as he turned to Ava. Lorenzo had no time for the farce. He took off his tailored suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders, gently pulling me into his arms as he turned to leave.

“That’s a lie. I choose them. Always.” The dark image shattered, and a path of glowing stones appeared over the lake. They crossed, unsteady legs but together by a thin thread of shared will. Meanwhile, on the island was a small pool of red water, pulsing like a heartbeat. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. It was the Heart of the Blood Moon. It was tiny, but its anger pressed against them, heavy and awful. “It’s a wound,” Lyra said, her light gradually fading. “A wound from love that turned to endless pain. It grows by eating your pain.”

Carved three words into it: *WE BLEED TOGETHER* “From today,” she said, voice hoarse from seven days of truth, “we don’t pretend moons don’t bleed. We don’t pretend choices don’t hurt. We just promise this: when your moon bleeds, mine will pulse beside it. You won’t bleed alone.” The wolves howled. Not a war cry. A grief cry. A healing cry. Above, the sky changed. Bleeding moons didn’t go back to white. They stayed red-pink. Like scars. Like memory. Like proof that they’d chosen and fallen and risen.

There must be something else I can do. Although Vanora had not said it out loud, Vlad could tell what she thought. She fidgeted and looked so uncomfortable with the idea of turning in so early. He sighed helplessly then gave a wry smile. "How about I tell you about the colour of emotions that you could absorb?" "Sure." Vanora listened with rapt attention. "You can absorb almost any shade of red. From an orange-red shade to the darkest shade of red. The only shade that does not belong to you is crimson red which represents sexual desire. That's for demons of lust to feast on."

I grab a square container and abruptly go near her. “You are poisoned,” I grabbed her arm and got a small knife to cut her wound. I let her bleed to let out all the blood which has poison in it. After that, I put on some anti rabies medicine and tore a piece from my clothes. I wrapped it around her wounded arm and tilted my head upwards to meet with her eyes. She looked too stunned by my actions. Her cheeks are also tinted with red. She’s blushing and is staring at me with full admiration. I am weirded by her actions and I blinked several times at her.

After a brief moment, he added with a tone of reluctance, “Do what you must to get him to think that you’re madly in love with him.” “What then?” I asked. “When I can get a better idea of where you are, I can come for you. I don’t understand why our connection was broken. My blood should have acted like a beacon for me to find you,” he mused. “I told him that you gave blood for my transfusion,” I admitted. “Oh,” he said with a heavy sigh. “That’s unfortunate.” “I didn’t know,” I said with panic in my voice. “It’s alright,” he said, gently. “It’ll all be alright. I’ll find you, I promise. Just, please promise me that you’ll keep up the façade and let him believe that you’re a couple. It

I said, “My lover is a vampire after all. I’ve had plenty of opportunity.” “’Twas no aphrodisiac, my love. What you experienced was the art of love making… real love making,” he cooed. “Can I help it if I drive you wild?” “Oof!” I grumbled and stomped behind the screen to clean myself up as best I could.

I closed my eyes from the intensity of this earth shattering wave of pure, concentrated euphoria that claimed me. The only close thing that can describe what happened when we bit each other was this: Think of love as more than just a feeling, think of it as a liquid that runs through the entire body side by side with blood, moving everywhere, feeding and nourishing your entire organs and cells. This liquid form of love has only one source of power and that would be Adrian for me, while for him it would in my name. Now imagine that liquid of yours being transmitted through you during the bite over to the other person’s blood stream, and imagine him doing the same to your own.

"You betrayed everyone, Ethan. You let your thirst for revenge put you to this pain you brought upon me and yourself. I loved you, Ethan, I loved you genuinely.” I wiped my tears and said boldly. “But not anymore. I hate you so much that if I were to hold a gun I would kill you myself." As I spoke, a bitter taste laid on my tongue. The fact that the man I had formerly loved had orchestrated a crooked game of manipulation and dishonesty left scars that ran deeper than any physical crack. "You destroyed everything, Ethan. I can not forgive you for that."