Mud Blood 3 Novels & Stories

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 do not murmur anything back, instead clinging to him feverishly and that's how we spend out remaining moments in the water before we decide it's been long enough without Lora and that we should head home now. Now that we've come to that decision we head out of the hidden alcove and through the water, all three of us shifting to run through the woods again. We play and nip, jumping over one another, muddying Abyss so much so she doesn't resemble a white wolf as I look at myself through their eyes. And when we shift sure enough my body is caked in mud, the two of them cackling as I pulls twigs from my hair and wipes dirt from my lips in disgust.

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.

the man, Void, spoke “the other thing we fought had way too many arms. It strangled Mace’s mate, Nadia, and took Marakesh.” “Hands were coming out of the ground too!” the bird, Mace, added “we were scared to bury Nadia there.” The three of them grew very silent and turned their attention back to their food. Mace’s eyes were watering as he sipped the liquid from the bottom of the container. “Seems like I got the shit show” Trauma groaned, stretching his leg out so we could see the torn flesh. The rotting smell was intense now. What cream that had been rubbed into it now dribbled down in clumps to his feet. The skin was falling off before our eyes. I could see his muscles underneath, swarming

He added and I nodded and sigh again. “I will kill him with my own hand if he does something bad to Blood.” Third Person POV “F*ck him! F*ck! F*ck that mother f*cking bastard.” Blood keeps on cursing as he is inside of a room of a house believe, where they take him yesterday after his ‘encounter’ with Devren. “I will f*cking kill that mother f*cker!” He said in anger.