Mud And Blood 3 Novels & Stories

I nodded my head doing a mental check on all the things I needed to do before leaving, I need my bags, and a shower, I could still smell the blood. The car came to a stop in front of a building, it was an abandoned cabin surrounded by nothing but trees for miles, it had broken windows, and a huge sign with red paint splattered all over it, that looked almost like dried blood, on the one intact window, the fake blood wrote ‘GET OUT’ a mark in the front that almost looked like a gash.

The herbs in this forest are useless. "Jump in the puddle of mud ,it will mask your scent for a while."my wolf instructs me . I look at the puddle of mud in front of me and I jump in with force . I get up slowly from the puddle. I'm drained from head to toe and any normal person wouldn't recognize me . "I'm going to find you little bitch and when I do I'm going to kill you infront of your mate !"he screams with an evil tone that sends chills to my body

Sapphira's ankle gave way and she tumbled forward into the dark. The ground was cold and gritty under her, the air pungent with mildew and ... more jasmine. This place was old. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and her vision sharpened, her wolf sensing for threats. But the air was still. The only movement was a trickle of water running down the wall. She turned towards the direction she had fallen from, her eyes adjusting in the dark as Evander materialised behind her. He dusted his shoulders and adjusted his cuffs before extending a hand towards her.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

Vanda’s gaze sweeps over my wolf, and I suddenly feel small—insignificant even. “Perfect timing.” Charles motions for me to come closer with a sweeping gesture. “Just head over here.” I take a few cautious steps, only to splash into a puddle, leaving my light-colored paw coated in thick brown mud. My head dips in embarrassment, and I drag my paw along as if I’ve stepped on something sharp.

His clothing was covered in splattered blood, and the sickening smell of vomit and death intertwined with the stench of body order. Then, I turned to look at the crew. Isabella's fingertips traced the edges of Viktor's scars slashed across his neck as she sobbed. They shook as they moved to touch him. Martin was trying to help Amber with Wendall—everyone was torn apart. There was so much…carnage. My gut twisted—and I wasn’t sure whether it was from the stench and sight of it all, or because I truly, actually did care about the people in front of me.

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

Adam challenged as blood was oozing from the wounds. Callum had his eyes shut tight. Everything happening around him was too much to handle. He wanted to be with Steph. He was trembling with fear. He was mumbling for Steph. The air was thick as 6 people held their breath at the smell of blood filled the air. "Get your fucking hands of him. You bastard". Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him.

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

Powerful shockwaves sent mud flying everywhere. “AAAAH!” All seven men coughed up mouthfuls of blood, struck down by the backlash of their own runaway power. They were hurled backward together with their weapons. One bone fracture rang out after another as they crashed heavily into the safety barrier. The seven fighters collapsed motionless in the mire, covered in filth, unable to rise again. Mud splattered down from the air. Eira remained standing steadily on the stone slab, not a single speck of mud staining her black outfit.