Mud Blood 3 Novels & Stories

Darick and his men were groaning in agony. Martin was trying to keep blood from gushing out of Wendall's stomach, but the blood was seeping through his hands. Isabella sobbed as she held Viktor's bleeding head. Fear gripped me as I stood frozen, staring at the blood bath scene before me. "I'm starting to see stars…" Wendall stated with a rough cough. And then not a second later, a scream rattled through Wendall's lips. Darick limped toward Wendall. He winced at each step, clutching his back.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

My legs felt like jelly as I stumbled towards the door, the pain on my back still evident cause of the way I had hit the wall. I could taste the coppery taste of blood in my mouth. There was just too much blood, and I felt nauseated. I rushed to the door, shoved the key into the keypad, and prayed it worked as I twisted the key. The lock clicked, and I almost cried from relief. I pulled the door open and stepped into a narrow hallway. There were three doors and three hallways stretched in front of me like a maze. I didn’t have time to think. I rushed to the first one, twisting the knob and pushing it open.

Lucius and his friends tried to resist, but they were powerless against the strength of the Royal Guards. Alex was horrified to see what happened next. Lucius and his friends were led into a dark and dank room. They were seated on an iron chair covered with wires and needles. Their hands and feet were chained so that they could not move. Then they were made to drink a red liquid that smelt of fish. Somehow this seemed to relate to what Alex had read in Damian's book, so no matter where the belief came from, Alex was sure that the drink given to Lucius and his friends was vampire blood.

Cloaked in black, their face hidden, but powerrolled from them in waves so thick it pressed the air from Maya’s lungs. Even Damien stiffened, his wolf bristling, and Felix took a cautious step forward. The figure lifted their head, just enough for a glimpse of glowing golden eyes. Not wolf. Not vampire. Not siren. Something else. Something ancient. “You carry the blood of all three,” the figure said, their voice carrying easily over the ruined cliffside. “But only one side will survive when the time comes. Choose wisely, Maya… for the end begins with you.”

"The Bloodmoon rises in three days. You know what that means." I do. Every forty days, Vorrak's face burns brighter, and the night becomes a hunting ground for things that should stay hidden. The cursed, the moonbound, the creatures that thrive on desire and violence. It's a night when the smart stay indoors with their doors locked and their prayers whispered to Irethiel for protection. But I've never been particularly smart. "I'll be fine," I say, brushing past her toward the path that leads back into the village. "I'm always fine."

*MELENA* The thunder rolls loudly, and the lightning flashes. Soon, the rain had started to fall heavily. My nightwear lay on my body, soaked, revealing every curve of me, and my feet were covered in red mud. I pray as I'm running as fast as I can to Eutis's home that Alpha Strider doesn't leave me for her. The muddy water splashes all over my clothes. Suddenly, I lost my balance and fell. My hair and entire body were now covered in red mud.

"But your little rebellion ends today. Your father died because of your arrogance. Do not make me kill your friends too." I couldn't breathe. My vision began to go dark around the edges, tiny black spots danced in front of my eyes. The hot pain in my broken shoulder screamed, tempting me to just give up and let the darkness take me. But then I looked down at the mud and blood on my right hand. I thought about my Dad. I thought about the bait shop burning to the ground. The silver light inside my blood did not wait for an invitation this time. It exploded out of my pores in a blinding shockwave of pure lunar fire.