Mud Blood 3 Novels & Stories

Then she asked Maximus, “He isn’t dead, is he?” “No,” Maximus answered. “He is just gravely ill.” Julianne wondered if that was supposed to make her feel better, because it didn’t. She would frequently look over at him as Maximus carried him on their way back to the dorm. On getting to the dorm, Julianne was faced with more horror than she could ever imagine. There were traces of blood and blood spills. When she stepped inside, she saw bodies lying around and few of the boys that stayed behind wearing dark expressions, some of which she recognized to be werewolves.

“…the raid on the rogue happens at dusk. Use the new silver netting... it’ll drop him instantly. Enhanced wolfsbane on the blades. This one’s been causing too much trouble.” Gretonia chuckled. “There are rumors of special blood in these woods lately. Powerful lines. We capture him alive if possible. Could be valuable.” My stomach twisted with instinctive disgust. The thought of Kaelen being caught, tortured, or killed made me feel physically ill. My hands started trembling. I gripped a nearby metal tool for support and accidentally crushed it in my palm without even trying. I stared at the bent metal, heart racing. How did I - What's this? What's happening?

I almost puked knowing what they did. My fangs slid down before I even realized it, my mouth filling with the bitter taste of disgust. Marcus Blackwood. The High Chamber’s sharpest blade. ********* Three centuries of discipline, blood, and war—and he was down there in the mud with that half-breed mistake like some lovesick animal. They were loud,careless too. The kind of loud that comes when two people forget the world exists. I dug my nails into the trunk of the pine tree beside me until the bark cracked beneath my fingers and sap bled down the wood.

We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)

And as I turn my face and find a small puddle of mud beside me, I have a wonderful idea. A savage appearing dirty would not arouse suspicion, unlike my white skin highlighted in that costume. So it is time to make the third sacrifice of the day, getting dirty with mud on my feet, arms, chest, neck and face. I feel like a real pig thrown in a pigsty. And if the ends justify the means, I may as well endure this episode that I will make sure to forget when I get a taste of victory. "Tum, tum, tum..." The sound of the drum begins to weaken and issonobliges me to be faster in my final touches with the mud.

I’ll give them that. As Damnon fell into the mud of Damnarynth's tunnels with a loud thud, we fell on top of him while his minions screeched in surreal horror and pain. His powers syphoned and rippled through our blades, etching a rune that read “flamma” on it. As the essence of Damnon rippled through our blades, a little gem that sparkled with an electric zap appeared on the hilt of mine, Kandreah and Thersar blades. As his essence drew into our blades, remnants of his guts and giant corpse dispersed and splashed on Damnarynth sewage, and we fell straight into the shitty mud of the channel. I felt like a fucking ninja turtle now. Three of us were covered with the substance that made us look

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.

Due to the injuries I had sustained, my senses weren't as sharp as before, and the probability of me sensing them before they got too close for comfort was at its lowest. "Fuck!" I cursed as I fell to the ground, and landed in a pool of muddy water. "Just great! Now I'm not just covered in blood. I'm covered in mud too." Cleanliness was one thing I held dear to me, and if I was pissed about being covered in blood before, I was now livid.

Some were dried up like thousand-year-old mummies. There were also... some whose flesh was torn piece by piece off their body. Their blood drenched the ground. They no longer looked like one of the three great families of Sumeria. This was clearly a bloody hell of death and killing. Soon, Andrius went into the hall and saw Tiger and Bruce. “M-Mr. Moonshade. C-check on... on Old Master Timberland first...” When Tiger saw him, another mouthful of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth before he passed out.

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.