Mud And Blood 3 Novels & Stories

I’m sensing that I just started World War III. But as I’m reaching down to get more ammo, Langston’s shot hits me right on the crown of my head, mud splattering everywhere. “That was loud.” I lob another shot at him, and this time, I hit him in the shoulder. “You’re asking for it.” And bedlam breaks out, each of us scooping up handfuls of mud and tossing it at the other as quickly as possible. The horses are covered, we’re covered, and the trees around us are covered.

The wild, toxic neutral zone. The scent was stronger here, mixed with the sharp smell of fresh blood and rain. I leaped across the rushing river, my heavy boots landing hard on the muddy bank. The ground was torn up, showing clear signs of a frantic chase. A blood trail was smeared across the damp leaves, winding deeper into the thick fog of the Deadwoods. Whoever she was, she was bleeding. She was hurt.

They appeared all at once, it seemed, all of them rain-soaked and mud-splashed. One of Nolan’s mercenaries, the one with the crazy scar, hobbled forward limping. A Gamma warrior was supporting his weight, holding one arm around the tall man’s waist. There was a mass of fabric wrapped tight around one of his thighs; it was soaked with blood. Behind them was another of the mercenaries, and he was cradling someone in his arms. Someone who was red all over and limp as a ragdoll. Medics from the remaining ambulances rushed forward with gurneys. They took the blood-soaked figure first, wheeling the gurney downhill fast once it was loaded.

I'm not afraid because I have nothing to fear and I'm nervous because I know that I'm in danger but I'll fight even though I know I won't win against a being more powerful than me. "I will have my food again," he then wears his evil smile. He run towards me so I prepared myself. I know I can't win against him but I'll still want to fight as long as I can. I avoided his scratch but his nail still scratched my arm causing it to bleed. He became more aggressive and his eyes darkened when he saw the blood flowing down to my arm. He runs towards me again. I avoid all his scratches. It was hard for me to find the right time to hurt him because he was moving fast and it got faster when he saw my b

We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

The urgency behind Orel voice and my skin prickling with danger was what made my eyes to open. The scene before me was a dreaded one, Orel was bleeding for one shoulder while fighting sluggishly as if he was poisoned. A couple of warriors whose clothing and armory were not ours were attacking Orel, I took the scene before me within a second as I grabbed my sword and rolled away from my sleeping position.

Pain—not mine. Lucien’s. Old. Buried. Ripped open. I didn’t think. I moved. Light surged from my skin, slamming into Mirelle’s wards like a digital battering ram. The sigils around her crackled. She stumbled back half a step, shock flashing across her face. “Oh,” she hissed. “There it is. Blood and silicon. How… inelegant.” “Funny,” I snapped. “That’s exactly how I feel about immortal middle management.”

“Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.” The phone buzzes again on the desk, another update coming in, and my pulse jumps. I grin. “Move everyone,” I say. “Tonight.” “Rules,” Lena asks. “There are none,” I say. “Only the hunt.” I picture Eli Blackwood boxed in by noise and lights and fragile lives, and my hands curl into fists. “I am not a coward,” I say softly. “And I do not care who dies learning that.”