Mud And Blood 3 Novels & Stories

"You are bleeding." "I am?" "I can smell your blood strongly." She frowned. She bathed and made sure she washed all the blood off. "But I washed it off." "You are probably bleeding again. Your malnutrition would not let your blood clot well, and now I'm the one suffering." "I am sorry your highness. I should leave." Luciana stood up, but when she walked past Raziel, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Where do you think you are going little girl?"

The ground is slick with blood. I see Helena go down. I scream. But she gets back up. She always gets back up. I see Cutter get surrounded. But he fires and fires and fires. He doesn't stop. I see Zara run out of arrows. She pulls out a knife. She fights hand-to-hand like she's a demon. I see Julian get knocked down. But he crawls to safety. He keeps going. And I see Mira. She's not hiding anymore. She's fighting. A Corrupted is on top of her. She stabs it. It falls. She stabs another. It falls.

The battlefield burned. Smoke curled into the blackened sky, swallowing the moon. The scent of iron and ash clung to the air, thick enough to taste. The clash of steel rang in my ears, echoing over the roar of battle. Wolves and vampires fought side by side—a sight I had never imagined—driving Veyris’s forces back toward the palace gates. But even with our alliance, the enemy fought like cornered beasts. Shadows moved unnaturally, twisting into claws and spears, cutting through flesh and armor. Each one carried the echo of Veyris’s power.

The door was heavier than it looked, warped on its hinges, and Mira shouldered through it without slowing, the smell hitting her before her eyes had fully adjusted to the dim interior — copper, motor oil, something acrid underneath both that she recognized from a hundred worse nights as fear sweat, the particular smell a room gets when everyone in it is trying not to show how frightened they are. Somewhere above her, a single fluorescent tube flickered and buzzed, casting the whole scene in a sickly, intermittent light.

Dexter The stench of blood and burning flesh clung to the air like a second skin. The battlefield—if that’s what you could call the wasteland of mangled bodies—was finally silent. Three fucking days of fighting, no food, barely any rest. Just steel against flesh, gunpowder thick in the wind, the cries of rogues as we cut them down before they could breach our borders. They had been desperate this time, coming in waves, clawing at any opening they could find. But they were fucking fools.

His dark red eyes reflected in the gloom like a ghostly lantern leading them through hell. Evelyn watched him, her heart a mixture of fresh rage and a trembling something deeper than memory. “You disappeared for three days, Lucien. Do you know what happened at the chapel?” she asked, her tone sharp but a little shaken. Lucien did not look back. He answered quietly: “I know. And I know who ordered the ‘Purge.’ The Black Blood is no longer only a curse, Evelyn. It is a weapon the Guild wants to recreate.” “They already have,” Adrian cut in. “Dr. Alaric’s cloning bio-soldiers. That blood… it’s no longer natural.”

She gritted her teeth and ran towards it but to her surprise, she suddenly stumbled into the dirt. Yeah. Real dirt! She winced in pain as she slowly stood up. As she pressed her hand to the cold ground, her bangs blocking the view. She paused. Why is it wet? Did she stumble in the muds? Impossible! The soil is coarse! She then swept off her bangs away from her eyes and finally gasped in shock! Blood! The blood trickled between her fingers as it dripped towards another pool of blood beneath her. Hellion was instantly terrified and back off. Fresh blood! Why is there some fresh blood?!

My feet felt light and my head heavy. My clothes were wet and clung to my body. My hands squished in the dirt turned mud beneath me. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I tried to figure out what was going on. I struggled as I tried to remember something, anything. Flashes of training with Jade, the earth cracking open, and the mud monster flit through my mind. The mud monster.

"He won't just give up." They entered the cave carefully. The roar of the wind and the rustling of the leaves added to the tension. Inside the cave, Liam emerged from the darkness, his eyes still burning red. "You can't stop me!" he shouted hoarsely. Alex and Victoria stood tall, ready to fight again. This time they had to capture Liam, bring him home and find a way to quell his bloodlust. The battle begins again. The trees around them swayed under the intense attacks of the three vampires. This time, however, Alex and Victoria worked better as a team. They protected each other and looked for openings to attack Liam.

The scent of blood lingers thick in the air, mixing with the damp earth beneath my boots. The moon barely cuts through the thick canopy of trees, casting long shadows over the fallen bodies. Their lifeless forms lie sprawled across the ground, the fight drained from them. It was over fast—too fast. Three rogues, dead before they even had a chance to scream. It’s not satisfying. It’s just... work. Ethan nudges one of the corpses with his boot, his expression bored.