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

Marcus roared, his arms shifting immediately into massive amber-furred claws. The bubbling mud didn’t just rise, it re-shaped itself. Hulking, grotesque figures pushed up from the bog. They were mud-demons, eight-foot tall golems, built from thick sludge, rotting cypress roots, and bleached bones of the Coven’s past victims. Their empty eye sockets glowed the same sickly purple light as that effigy they’d sent to my estate. "Tear them down!" I screamed, half turning my body as I shifted. My jaw expanded, my fangs dropping, and I launched myself off the root-path straight into the center of the demon mass.

But as I stepped forward, I didn’t notice the patch of mud in my path. I slipped. With a gasp, I fell directly into the mud, my knees slamming hard against an unseen stone. Pain shot through my legs, but before I could recover, my elbow hit another rock. I groaned, wincing as blood began to mix with the mud on my skin.

Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds. The ground becomes slick with blood, turning the earth into a morass of mud and gore. Bodies litter the battlefield, silent witnesses to the carnage that unfolds. Yet still, the battle rages on, each side refusing to yield an inch in this epic struggle for victory and honour. I could see Mad dog’s silhouette from the snow. He was holding a bloody knife. Derrick was on the ground. He was bleeding. Approaching where he laid were some vampires. Their fangs blared out, waiting to feast on his blood. Anger took a hold of me. I can't describe what happened to my body. I could feel something loosen up in my stomach. My insides

The colour of her face was slowly going to back to normal. Serra’s heart almost stopped as she looks at her friend. Crowd of thoughts swirl on her mind like a hurricane. Their eyes met and Serra could see fear, confusion and horror on her eyes. Her cloudy mind started to clear and a realization started to solidify in her mind, clearing the whirlpool of thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat. "Badblood!" Maddy said, choking the words out. She stood up and the colors now back on her face but she's still breathing heavily. She pointed at Mira. "Badblood!" Then she ran.

Chapter 79: Mud Strategy XENOIS The mud course stretched out before us like a battlefield—a hundred-meter track of carefully maintained grass that had been deliberately soaked until it was slick and treacherous. Water stations lined both sides, and I could see several teachers with hoses ready to add more water if the course started drying out. "This is going to be messy," Miranda said cheerfully, bouncing on her toes with excitement. She'd changed into old athletic clothes that she clearly didn't mind destroying, and her hair was pulled back in a practical ponytail.