Mud Blood 3 Novels & Stories

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

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.

It's not star-fire, and it's not void. It's biological. Maybe it can heal them without burning them." THE MUDDY ROAD For three days, the Goliath fought the river. The Mississippi was a brown, churning monster. It carried trees, houses, and cars downstream. The banks were flooded for miles, turning the landscape into a vast, muddy swamp. We stood on the bridge, watching the ruins of the old world drift by. Memphis was gone— submerged. The top of the Pyramid Arena poked out of the water like a geometric

It smelled awfully peculiar, and familiar at the same time but he could not tell where he had perceived the scent of such blood from in the past. Twice he paused, thinking it had vanished. Then it would flare up again—more distant, more elusive. Whoever was spilling the blood wasn’t just human. They were marked. Cursed, or blessed—Lucien wasn’t sure which. But the scent of the blood sang of prophecy and ruin. And now, he was tethered to it. Drawn beyond hunger. Beyond curiosity. He needed to find its source. He looked up toward the huge trees as he made his way deeper and whispered, “You shouldn’t have bled tonight.”

Debris battered her—logs, stones—leaving bruises that bloomed like dark flowers across her ribs and hips. Finally, the current weakened, depositing her onto a gravelly bank lined with twisted, leafless trees. Lyra crawled from the shallows, coughing up water that tasted of earth and blood. Her body trembled, every muscle screaming as she collapsed face-down in the mud. The Dead Lands. She'd heard the pack's elders whisper of this forsaken stretch—barren soil poisoned by ancient curses, where no wolf tread without madness creeping in. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of decay and something sharper, like ozone before a lightning strike.

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

I was sprawled on the floor, unable to stand, my whole muscles crunched together, my whole body ached so much that I could feel being rejected by death. I had fallen deep into small pot, I held myself up, supporting my muscles against the sand. I climbed off the pit, my eyes struggle to make out a relevant vision. Blood gushed from my legs, I tore off my shirt the bandaged my leg. I picked up a stick which I used as a staff to support myself as I moved gently. I fell, stood up and continued on my journey to survival though I wished for death to come take me away, release from this unending series of suffering. I placed my weight on the stick which aided my movement. I came across a part of

I bit his shoulder, my teeth sinking through the grime and soot until I tasted the bitter, metallic tang of the silver oil in his blood. He didn't flinch. He threw his weight forward, slamming us both into the deep mud at the edge of the ridge. We rolled down the slippery slope, our bodies tangled in the scarlet silk and the wet clay, fighting for the hilt of the dagger like two dogs over a bone in the rain.

someone shouted. However, the Emberfallen man, now a monster, was acting strangely. After killing someone from Mudstone, he stood stockstill. When he heard someone speak, he slowly raised his head, and his crimson-colored eyes swept over the Mudstone team. Finally, his gaze stopped on Adrian. He then opened his mouth and blood sprayed out of it.

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.