Mud Blood 3 Novels & Stories

“Now Solterra has no ruler and completely ruined. I will die happily.” “You, bastard!” I yelled and my hands shook. Without further ado, I sauntered towards him and gave him alluvion of fiery attacks. He welcomed me with an arrogant smirk. He blocked and defended himself but this time I’m faster and more powerful than him. He was thrown away when he was hit. But I got more pissed when he still managed to laugh even when he was already coughing blood. “I think I underestimated you. I didn’t know you are actually more powerful than I expected. You are really something.”

I drop and roll, kicking out and hitting his jaw, I feel the vibration of his bones shattering against my foot, the feeling making me shiver as I grab his leg and yank him down and I tell his body to stop breathing. I push off the grass, covered in mud just as 3 rogues surround me, I step back as they move in but as they smirk, looking at each other I jump, touching one and telling his body to kill his friends. His eyes widen as he turns and pounces on them, shocking them enough and giving me the chance to paralyse them.

After serving as the food they must take blood tonics and feed on nourishing delicacies to replenish their strength and blood. A blonde maid came over to me and a redhead went towards Cass. They both took a knife and sliced their wrists. The pleasant smell of their blood filled my nostrils and soon took over my nervous system. Some drops of blood splattered on the floor and I could feel the beast from within begging to be unleashed. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my orbs turned darker at the immense hunger. Black veins reflected underneath my eyes and I sank my elongated fangs into the maid. The nourishing drink filled every part of my body and awoke me in a rejuvenating way. I coul

Sapphira's ankle gave way and she tumbled forward into the dark. The ground was cold and gritty under her, the air pungent with mildew and ... more jasmine. This place was old. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and her vision sharpened, her wolf sensing for threats. But the air was still. The only movement was a trickle of water running down the wall. She turned towards the direction she had fallen from, her eyes adjusting in the dark as Evander materialised behind her. He dusted his shoulders and adjusted his cuffs before extending a hand towards her.

The fight and anger she had been feeling completely evaporated from her body, as the last image of her parents became permanently etched into her mind. She would forever carry the trauma of seeing their dead bodies with her. Just a few hours ago, they had been eating and laughing around their fireplace. Now, her parents’ bodies were strewn across the floor, their lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. A pool of dark liquid surrounded them, and Mara finally realized what it was that had stained the woods and floors. Blood. They passed by two other bodies that Mara didn’t recognize. But as the man carrying her walked into the cold night, all Mara could see through her tear-stained eyes were

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.

Havermouth, Three Weeks Before A loader stood over a pile of logs and the grass between it and a void where once a truck might have been buzzed with insect activity. Blood had been spilt, still discoloring the grass a week after the event and the scent strong – at least to a vampire. Talen looked from the loader, the tumble of logs, and the blood, his mind drawing a mental picture to match that on the report. “Where is the truck now?” He asked Anthony.

The heavy, humid air of the glowing jungle smelled of ozone, scorched armor, and the metallic tang of blood. Dax didn’t lower his SMG. He took a slow, deliberate step toward the lowered ramp of the Dreadnought-Crawler, his boots sinking an inch into the bioluminescent mud. Beside him, I kept my hand hovering near my data-deck, the sapphire Origin-Code still humming in my veins from the feedback loop I’d just broadcasted.

Intensely staring at Muxue Yan with her large cold eyes, she dripped her blood on the chains without further thought. A sizzling sound resulted, as her blood came into contact with the metal from the chains, bringing forth a chain reaction that disintegrated the chains into dust. All of a sudden, she found herself immediately falling backwards, dizzy from an apparent loss of blood. Hurriedly, Dongyue lunged forward and caught the icy beauty before she potentially injured herself. Muxue Yan found himself freed from his bonds and began laughing eccentrically, sending fear through the four's minds. With a flash of light, he was gone.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.