Mud And Blood 3 Novels & Stories

"You really won't let me check your wound? Andrei... Huh? I really need to check it and.— She pushed her out and locked the door before she could finish. He rested on the door, releasing a loud exhale. -- [9PM] Madden's breaths came softly as he opened the door to the abandoned basement. He stepped in, going down the cemented stairs till he got to the base. The smell of blood still lingered—blood of Malik and his two cohorts whom he killed here three weeks ago. It's still so strong, but he's not here for that tonight.

Robert looks the best out of all three of them with just some mud covering him. I see the small limp in Archie's leg as he walks in along with a pretty big trail of blood dripping on his exposed stomach that's coming from a cut just next to his side. He holds his white t-shirt in his hand which's also covered in mud. I look up at his face to see his lip busted along with a small cut right above his eyebrow that's dripping with sweat and blood.

The terrifying blood energy could make people feel uneasy, but the fist light of Chu Xun scattered it, and it dissipated in the air. Boom! Boom! Chu Xun was furious. With three punches in a row, he hit Ming Wei with astonishing power. Several layers of blood armor appeared around Ming Wei. However, Chu Xun's fist prints were powerful. The first two punches destroyed Ming Wei's blood armors, and the third punch hit his chest and pierced through it. The body he was with exploded into pieces, and his original body flew out. Like the other creatures of the Blood race, he was in the shape of a human being made of blood.

The tent stood as a silent sentinel, guarding the grim scene within. Theo came after him, the wet ground squishing under his feet now stained by blood. The grass was wet at his feet, soaked through with the lifeblood of countless soldiers. He could feel the sticky warmth of the blood seeping into his boots, mingling with the mud. The air was thick with the stench of death, a suffocating miasma that seemed to cling to his very skin.

Blood splatters against the floor, merging into the pool with a soft slap. I laugh. It’s a low, broken gurgle—but it’s real. I spit blood onto the boot of the one closest through torn lips. “Missed a spot,” I rasp with a sinister chuckle. His fist slams across my face hard enough to make the world explode in white. My jaw shifts wrong. Blood fills my mouth like wine. Tears burn the edges of my vision, but I refuse to let them fall. “Still got a mouth on her,” one sneers. “Maybe it’s time for another cleansing.”

When we stepped out of the jeep, I immediately smelled it. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something fouler—rotting meat, maybe. Or death. Adrian gave a signal, and the warriors who followed in the other jeeps spread out, weapons ready, senses alert. The forest swallowed us whole, the ground squelching unnaturally under our boots. Too soft. Too wet. I glanced down and froze. The mud wasn’t brown. It was red. Adrian yanked me back just as my boot sank into what I now realized was a pool of half-dried blood skull. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. “Don’t look," he ordered.

The stories of the wolf legends weren't just false folklore; they were true. Here, in this book, I had always had. It made mention of three wolves that birthed the wolf bloodlines. All but one were dead, Emmett. If he said he didn't belong here then he still thinks he had his home. In another universe or something else. Wait a minute. I went to my closet and picked up Emmett's urn. I read the hieroglyphics that were on it as I strolled to my bed.

They fight with vengeance, with hatred. Howls split into the air, the forest drowns out the whimpers. The ground swallows the blood that spills. Teeth tear into skin, claws rip apart flesh.Wolves zip past, paws pounding the sand. We hunt, chase, kill. It’s chaos, and it’s madness. From the corner of my eye, Macy shields a young Delta with her body, snarling, while Rio takes down two rogues at once. The chorus of our pack’s howls spurs me forward, refusing to let anyone fall. Then, I focus on the rogue I’m chasing.

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

Her foot was injured and her clothes covered with mud. Blood was running out of her foot, but she never backed away. She was trying to get up when she saw wet blood all over her. A stingy odour struck her nose and she felt nauseated. She tried to get up, but she lost her balance, and her face landed on the damp mud that turned into spoiled moist blood. Her heart stopped for a while and she cried out.