Mud Blood 3 Novels & Stories

Moreover, there were some elasticity. To put it in words, it was like stepping on a large pool of sticky snot. Caspian lowered his head. He narrowed his eyes. Cracks appeared on the muddy ground beneath his feet. The crack was dark red. A strong smell of blood gushed out at the same time. "Blood..." Caspian murmured. He looked up. At this moment, he had a vague feeling. The so-called mud ground was just a floating dust on the top. Beneath the dust was a sea of blood.

The words repeat, each syllable a hammer strike against my skull, piercing through my ears until they are a deafening, inescapable whisper. The scene shifts again, faster now. I am on a battlefield. The earth under my knees is not dirt—it is mud, thick and soaked with a dark, coppery blood. The stench of iron and decay is overwhelming. And there is a body in front of me, a man in ruined, blood-caked armor.

My feet felt light and my head heavy. My clothes were wet and clung to my body. My hands squished in the dirt turned mud beneath me. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I tried to figure out what was going on. I struggled as I tried to remember something, anything. Flashes of training with Jade, the earth cracking open, and the mud monster flit through my mind. The mud monster.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

I nodded my head doing a mental check on all the things I needed to do before leaving, I need my bags, and a shower, I could still smell the blood. The car came to a stop in front of a building, it was an abandoned cabin surrounded by nothing but trees for miles, it had broken windows, and a huge sign with red paint splattered all over it, that looked almost like dried blood, on the one intact window, the fake blood wrote ‘GET OUT’ a mark in the front that almost looked like a gash.

He turned to see Max who clearly had some pained expressions. "Enzo"! Stephen signaled Max and he stormed out pulling Max along him. Zee and Saint looked at each other and turned to their food. "Wh… What happened to Max". Callum stuttered. "Nothing. He can't bear the sight of blood. Here the blood is stopped. Go wash it before the lunch gets cold. Saint, call Max and Enzo". Callum nodded and left for the ensuite washroom to wash his thumb.

An outright war. Mud flying everywhere, everywhere hitting, fighting, defending. Screams, chaos rising into the air. No one willing to call it quits. "Don't you dare!" Eliot attacked one of the guys that threw mud at me. Sending to him and entire pile directly on his face. The guy spitting helplessly, spreading out the mud with his hands. "Oh my God, that's disgusting." I said, Eliot agreeing with me. Pulling me away right then. Our bodies heavy with mud, but that turning around only landed us more hits from the others.

"They were warm..." Mable crouched in front of me like she was about to scold a child who tried to lick a pole frozen in the dead of winter. "And contaminated." "Yeah, with mud." "Mud." she repeated, unimpressed. "And blood. and gods know what else that was out there. Now. Feet." Heat crawled up my neck. "They are fine." Mable snorted. "Child, if they were fine, you wouldn't be flinching every time the air touches them."

He was staring at me before he barked out loud. “You? You as the real heir? Oh, I don’t think this day would get better and better but you are delusional, human. Don’t you know who are you protecting right now? She’s Blue Blood and if you don’t know what it was, let me educate you. It’s the closest thing to a Vampire. So tell me, Timmy, don’t you afraid of Vampire?” He asked as I was looking at him before I turned to look at Sabel. She smiled.

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.