Novel & Cerita Mud And Blood 3

Declan- Present I control my breathing and take cover behind a wall as I hone in on my target’s location. Holding my gun up near my ear, I listen intently for his footsteps to come closer. Suddenly, a figure darts into the open warehouse door. His footsteps echo in the silence of the empty, abandoned warehouse. I can hear the crackle of his shoes as he tries to stealthily make his way across the floor. Slivers of light slip through some of the broken windows managing to penetrate the darkness of the empty room. I watch intently as the shadow moves closer to my hiding place and let him take a few more steps before I take him. Collins is holding a gun in his hand as he runs his gaze around the

Kane hit back instantly, his claws slicing across Liam’s side. Alice’s breath became unstable at the sight of blood. But Liam kept going. With a furious snarl, he twisted and slammed Kane into the dirt. Kane rolled out, barely missing Liam’s snapping jaws, and kicked him back hard enough to send him stumbling. Alice clung to the oak tree, her nails digging into the bark to keep steady. This wasn’t training nor was this practice. It was a fight to live or to die. The sounds of slashing claws and vicious blows filled the woods. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but she couldn’t move. Her eyes were locked on the scene.

Chapter 18. A WOMAN'S FACE ON MINE. MIRA'S POV. The night sky turned red, lanterns hung above the courtyard with the stars matching up its strength. The drummers beat their drums in rhythm with the singers, the flute played accompanying the melody of the beats. The scent of roasted meat and wine filled my nostrils. It was the night of the blood moon, the most sacred of festivals, when the pack celebrated renewal, unity and the goddess who blessed them with their first bond.

Kael dropped to one knee. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as blood dripped from a deep gash across his shoulder, staining the snow beneath him crimson. Around him, Moonhold was burning. The eastern wall had collapsed into heaps of shattered stone. Smoke billowed into the night sky, carrying the scent of burning pine and blood. Wolves fought desperately through the streets, their howls mixing with the clash of steel and the shrieks of shadow creatures. The Hollow King's army had reached the heart of the pack. Kael forced himself back to his feet. He ignored the pain tearing through his body. He ignored the exhaustion threatening to pull him under. An Alpha did not fall while his peo

TAWNY I wiped the blood and sweat from my brow in an over-exaggerated movement. I was beat, tired, overwhelmed, exasperated; as many words, as you can find to explain how broken a will and resolve was, I was it. The aftermath of the carnage I stood amongst, was unimaginable. The streets ran red with blood that was slowly being absorbed by the dry dirt of Cambiador. I looked up to Mason, one of Lamia’s warriors, hoisting yet another body over his shoulder and placing it in the bed of the truck, with the others.

Mud and blood? My eye snaps open and I see the sun is rising over the treeline. We are still out in the woods. I look around to find we are in the grass next to the Blood River. We are both naked and look like we have been rolling in mud puddles. There is a pile of rabbit remains nearby. I notice my face feels sticky. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. When I pull my hand away, I see it's covered with goopy, almost dried blood that smells just like the rabbit carcasses. Gross.

He was too heavy and my feet were tangled with the edge of my long dress. "Are you a slayer?" Another undead guy growled at Cammie. "Nope," Cammie said. "Just a black belt, but I can still rearrange your face." The guy growled and charged Cammie with his vampire speed. "No!" I screamed, giving another punch to my attacker. Then I snaked my free hand to the back of his neck and snapped his head. The guy collapsed to the floor beside me. I rose to my feet again, but before I could even stop the undead from hurting my best friend, Cammie had already jumped into an attack. She did a back-flip, knocking the vampire with the heel of her combat boot in the process. The undead's bulky head snapped r

Third Person POV River shot Roman making the old man’s shoulder bleed and fall down on the ground, but just before River was about to shoot him again Roman’s men started to fire on them. They immediately hide behind the car. “F*ck!” River said. “D*mn what a pain battle, 3 battalion versus 4 people? F*cking fair.” Blood said. “Stop ranting and aim your shot f*cker.” Hell said and Blood and shot on Roman men that he took down.

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.