Mud And Blood 3 Novels & Stories

I needed a whisper in the right ear to make Mistwood realize that Blackwater had friends they couldn't handle. I started walking down the central aisle. The mud was thick, sticking to the soles of my shoes. I saw a group of Northern warriors sitting on a pile of crates, drinking something from a wooden flagon that smelled like fermented honey and jet fuel. They watched me pass, their eyes tracking the way I moved. I felt like a prize poodle walking through a wolf den, even in these rags.

The floors were quickly covered in dark red blood as the triplets completely slaughtered every single cloaked man in sight. Within minutes, the screams stopped. The only sound left was the heavy, ragged panting of the three massive wolves standing amidst the carnage. Alaric shifted back first, his naked body covered in splashes of blood. His eyes were completely amber, wild and frantic as he looked around the ruined hallway until they finally landed on me.

Something is wrong. She dashed towards the door and yanked it open. She stepped out and paused. Outside was a mess. Everyone were crying and running at all directions. Blood was splattering everywhere, and fresh bones scattered on the ground. The ground itself was red, full of blood like a river. Everyone were crying yet the cries were inaudible. Tears smeared on their faces but Mira can't hear any single sound. It's like the world felt silent, muting the sound of horror.

Captive III Third Person’s POV Strings of red viscous blood splattered down the soil of the mountain floor, and the green leaves of the trees looked horrendous at the rain of red liquid that fell down on them like a faint but unending drizzle. Soran used his sword to parry the slash of his opponent royal guard as he swiped his leg down the other’s unguarded side before hacking down on the left leg that bent from enduring his kick. A muffled groan escaped the lips of his opponent, but Soran merely snorted as he now hacked at the other party’s sword-wielding arm.

“Now Solterra has no ruler and completely ruined. I will die happily.” “You, bastard!” I yelled and my hands shook. Without further ado, I sauntered towards him and gave him alluvion of fiery attacks. He welcomed me with an arrogant smirk. He blocked and defended himself but this time I’m faster and more powerful than him. He was thrown away when he was hit. But I got more pissed when he still managed to laugh even when he was already coughing blood. “I think I underestimated you. I didn’t know you are actually more powerful than I expected. You are really something.”

the crazy crowd that loved the sight of blood. Suddenly, Blue Blood hit Neil in the abdomen, and he crashed heavily on the floor. Blue Blood instantly rose to his feet... I saw it again... the fangs, the inhumane golden eyes filled with bloodlust, and the claws that had replaced the nails on his fingers. He was ready to fight back with his ability. Neil was shocked—I could see the shock on his face as he crawled away from Blue Blood, who was staring at him with so much bloodlust. At the same time, Neil rose to his feet with his eyes glued on Blue Blood. I could feel his resignation to fight back as he extended his own claws again.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

Then she asked Maximus, “He isn’t dead, is he?” “No,” Maximus answered. “He is just gravely ill.” Julianne wondered if that was supposed to make her feel better, because it didn’t. She would frequently look over at him as Maximus carried him on their way back to the dorm. On getting to the dorm, Julianne was faced with more horror than she could ever imagine. There were traces of blood and blood spills. When she stepped inside, she saw bodies lying around and few of the boys that stayed behind wearing dark expressions, some of which she recognized to be werewolves.

I almost puked knowing what they did. My fangs slid down before I even realized it, my mouth filling with the bitter taste of disgust. Marcus Blackwood. The High Chamber’s sharpest blade. ********* Three centuries of discipline, blood, and war—and he was down there in the mud with that half-breed mistake like some lovesick animal. They were loud,careless too. The kind of loud that comes when two people forget the world exists. I dug my nails into the trunk of the pine tree beside me until the bark cracked beneath my fingers and sap bled down the wood.

He kicked the heavy armored door of his luxury SUV, the metal groaning as he violently forced it open, stepping out into the freezing, sideways highland deluge. His polished leather shoes immediately sank six inches into the thick, freezing peat mud, ruining his tailored trousers. Above him, the sky boomed with another massive roll of thunder, as if the glen itself were laughing at his ruined vanity. Looking down the ravine, he watched his highly paid, heavily armed human mercenaries shrieking in terror as giant silver wolves ripped through their tactical gear, while silent, invisible elven arrows rained death from the canopy. Malakai stood in the mud, his hair plastered to his face, his eye