Mikasa Blood Rain Novels & Stories

I shrugged his hand away. "I am not dead yet. I can stand on my own." Mikasa bowed his head and I gave him a nod of approval. The doctor checked the sample of the drink and his eyes widened with shock. "Alpha, this is an extract of Cesios plant and it's only available in the Vampire kingdom. " I stretched my arms and shook my head to get the dizziness out of my head. "Well, I know who brought it here. " I turned my attention to Mikasa who understood what I meant.

Tonight. Tonight everything changes. Red is the color I choose to wear to embrace everything that will be coming my way. Something simple, yet classy. Long, and elegant. My beauty will never be hindered. “You look like someone who's getting ready to set a whole building on fire,” Alisha grins, refusing to miss my looks to kill. “And leave no casualties,” I said with a grin. The plan has been drawn up, it has been executed, and we were ready to witness the fallout.

In the current situation it was hardly what he wanted to see but it was safer for the time being. Down below in the museum people had been panicking and everything was in disarray. It was hard to believe that earlier that morning he had been working as normal; taking phone calls looking over museum imports and now the world had turned to hell. It didn't seem possible. He'd heard of blood rain before in Kerala but it had been a simple chemical reaction between the rain and airborne spores from a locally prolific terrestrial green alga that had tinted the water red. But this was literal blood it was heavy and thick and the water levels were rising too fast to be anything natural.

"What you saw was not a nightmare though how I wish it to be. This is the reason why I was against it in the first place to have a Human here in the den of Non Humans. Or Vampires as you call us. Mason is human too. But he has been with us since... I don’t remember. Maybe since he was a kid himself. Serving my parents and then me. Max, Enzo. Zee and Saint are Vampires. You can see their eyes have a tinge of red. Unlike mine. Mine are deep blue. Because I am hybrid". He gently wiped the sweat on his forehead "Wha.. What is a ... Hybrid". Callum stuttered. He was more normal than before, still not fully.

Chapter 20 – The Blood Heart and the Darkness Valenfort — city of blood — now only ash and wind. Across a torn sky, crimson streaks twisted around collapsed towers like colossal veins boiling in their death throes. The rain was no longer water; it was blood-rain, thick, scalding, pouring over half-burned rooftops, mingling with the groans of lingering souls. At the heart of that ruin, Evelyn Cross walked alone. Cloak in tatters, eyes glowing with the dark-red light of the Blood Heart.

I nod, her words settling into my bones like a vow. As the sun begins to set, painting the crystal wastes in shades of crimson and gold, Thessia calls Kael and me to her tent. We enter to find her sitting cross-legged on a pile of cushions, a shallow bowl of water in front of her. The water glows faintly silver—dreamwater, I realize. For scrying or prophecy. "Sit," she commands, and we obey. She studies us both for a long moment, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "The Bloodmoon will be fully risen in two hours. Kael, are you prepared?"

Alice mumbled, nails tingling, shoving the note away. Mira’s eyes softened, but her voice was coaxing. “You’re spiraling, Alice. The gym will be loud, lights flashing, music pumping. It’ll drown out the chaos.” Her hand brushed Alice’s desk, leaving another folded note. “Read this later. It’s why you need to be there.” The note read: The rally’s your safe place. Stay with me. But the crescent moon symbol matched the first note, and Alice’s scar pulsed, her senses catching fur and blood beneath Mira’s scent. Mira wasn’t just a friend—she was a hybrid, a cult creation, steering Alice to the rally for Samuel’s plan.

Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

I can never tell which. I close the sketchbook gently. Brush the hair off his forehead. He doesn’t wake up, just makes a small sound in his sleep and shifts a little. Mara’s door is closed. I can hear music coming from inside, something with heavy bass and angry lyrics. She’s awake. Probably hasn’t slept. Probably waited up for me and then gave up sometime around two. I don’t knock. I go to the bathroom instead. Close the door and turn the lock. The tile is cold when I sit down on the floor. I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my forehead against them, trying to breathe, trying to think.

The fight and anger she had been feeling completely evaporated from her body, as the last image of her parents became permanently etched into her mind. She would forever carry the trauma of seeing their dead bodies with her. Just a few hours ago, they had been eating and laughing around their fireplace. Now, her parents’ bodies were strewn across the floor, their lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. A pool of dark liquid surrounded them, and Mara finally realized what it was that had stained the woods and floors. Blood. They passed by two other bodies that Mara didn’t recognize. But as the man carrying her walked into the cold night, all Mara could see through her tear-stained eyes were