Mud Blood 3 Novels & Stories

The freezing mud hits the burning wound with an immediate, hissing reaction, sending up tiny plumes of white steam into the night air as the volatile dark energy fights against the raw, grounding power of the soil. I grit my teeth through the excruciating pain, pressing my hands harder into the wet earth and chanting a quiet, stabilizing ward from the Mooncrest archives to anchor my spirit. The dark fluid writhes beneath the thick layer of mud, twisting and turning like a trapped serpent before finally hardening into a useless, brittle crust that flakes away into the grass.

Once I'm in place he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat as I start stacking papers and flipping open the history book. I am all too aware of the shifter next to me. He's so close I can smell him. Mint and honey flood my nose, it's so overwhelming my head pounds in protest. I take my glasses off again sighing as I massage my temples. "Damn migraines." I whisper to myself.

"There is b—blood down there." "What?" She back away from the hole, pointing at it with a shaky finger. "Blood, Val. There's blood in there." I walked up to the hole to take a look. And sure enough, there was blood on the surrounding floor boards. Dried blood. "I was trying to scrub the floor and the board moved." Veronica explained, her voice still full of fear.

Mud splashes beneath our boots as we storm through the village streets alongside armed soldiers. The entire pack is chaos, children crying, buildings burning, bodies scattered across the roads. A rogue suddenly lunges out from behind a destroyed cart. I fire instantly, the bullet tearing straight through his skull, his body dropping heavily into the mud.

The same male we saw in the footage of the palace and the fill-up station. Beats as big as Lamia’s wolf pounce on wolves and warriors. Shredding them in seconds. The ground is saturated with blood. So much blood that even the thick covering of snow can’t absorb it all and the crimson liquid pools around the lifeless bodies and dismembered limbs. A mighty roar is let loose, shaking the bare branches and ruffling the evergreens. I look to see Mike rushing toward Jonda. Who drops to her knees, slipping out of the grasp of the thing holding her.

he says with sadistic glee. Morrtemis, Oshmin, Ezillus and I all launch ourselves at him at the same time. Azadou throws his hand out, splattering each of us with his blood, except Morrtemis who narrowly dodges it. Oshmin, Ezillus and I, drop to the ground, clutching our bodies as Azadou’s blood burns through our crystal flesh like sulfuric acid. “Motherfucker!” Ezillus shouts.

He put the keys and money in Jay’s muddy hand, then walked back to my Ducati, shaking off his fingers with a grimace before sitting down on her seat. She purred as he took her back into the garage. Liv and Jay waved and yelled thank-you’s as they pulled our truck out of the driveway. Merrick hit a few buttons to shut the garage, then walked back to me. “Damn, they reek.” He made a face. I made one of my own. “They are gross, horny people.” “Very.” He grabbed my ass. “How do you feel about mud sex?” I made another face. “I am not putting my vagina in a pool of mud, Merrick. Don’t even try.”

She gritted her teeth and ran towards it but to her surprise, she suddenly stumbled into the dirt. She winced in pain as she slowly stood up. As she pressed her hand to the cold ground, her bangs blocking the view. She paused. Why is it wet? Did she stumble in the muds? Impossible! The soil is coarse! She then swept off her bangs away from her eyes and finally gasped in shock! Blood! The blood trickled between her fingers as it dripped towards another pool of blood beneath her. Hellion was instantly terrified and back off. Fresh blood! Why is there some fresh blood?!

‘Vlad, calm down…’ “Not anymore. I had enough of this game.” Vladimir clicked his tongue and everything went bloody red. ‘VLADIMIR!!!’ The fallen rogues that kept rushing to her side was now taken that cue on killing him but Vladimir shifted his gear her dark smoke turned into a very unpredictable bloody red. It began moving and spreading fear all over the place and whoever was being hit by it, the body immediately drained out. And if not, every tiny bit of their bones, skins, and fleshes was being shattered which caused blood everywhere.

Her foot was injured and her clothes covered with mud. Blood was running out of her foot, but she never backed away. She was trying to get up when she saw wet blood all over her. A stingy odour struck her nose and she felt nauseated. She tried to get up, but she lost her balance, and her face landed on the damp mud that turned into spoiled moist blood. Her heart stopped for a while and she cried out.