Night Of The Blood Monster Novels & Stories

I cuddled up next to him and he wrapped his arm around my waist as my head lay comfortably listening to the slow heartbeat in his chest. He pressed play on the movie that I had come to realize was ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre’...I wasn’t easily scared by horror movies but this one did make me jump and hide my face a fair few times. Each time I would jump, Niklaus would let out a small laugh, squeezing me slightly and shaking his head. I rolled my eyes each time—not everybody could be as brave as him. He didn’t need to pretend to be all alpha male and laugh at my adrenaline kicking in.

Familiar eyes shine through the dripping blood with a snarl. The monster grabs my wrist before I can pull back from a hard strike to its neck, and twists my hand painfully, bringing me down to my knees. Wait. How did it know my name? “OOwwwW!” I howl in pain and glare at the monster. “Let me go!” It takes a beat for me to look past his bloody appearance. Those eyes. I know who this fucker is. The coagulated blood he’s covered head to toe in isn’t blood at all. It’s the red mud of the Blood River. The natural iron deposits make the water blood red. It’s so potent that it turns the mud on the river banks blood red as well.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

"Hm. But don't you worry. They can't hear us now. They hide inside the deep of this Castle in this broad day light..." "It bothers them? I thought it didn't affect Lady Demelza..." Lilly tilted her head, remembering yesterday afternoon when Demelza welcomed them herself. "Well, vampire, especially noble blood should not be worry about day light but they do hated it still. It also still affect them if they just went through the Blood Moon." He said that and only made Lilly curious even more. "Okay, wait, what exactly is the Blood Moon?" "It's when the Vampire's nature intinc kick. The Moon turned red for twenty four hours and Vampire must go hunting to statisfy their thirst, for blood..."

Men, women, some barely more than teenagers—all bleeding into a pool on the ground. The pool of fresh blood should be red… but it isn't. Instead, it is black—and seems to absorb the crimson light of the blood moon above us. The blood pool moves—a dark, writhing mass that looks like living shadow, undulating and pulsing with its own malevolent life. But that's not all. There is a second ring of bodies that encircles the witches themselves.

However, she can't help but feel disturbed due to the nature of the night and the terrors that lurk beyond the greatness of the turrets and battlements. Tonight is the night of the Blood Moon hence the name of the party, Blood Moon Ball. Ruby is afraid that all her efforts to locate the monster nests are insufficient which would endanger the lives of the vulnerable people as well as the soldiers tasked to defend them like her mother. She detests this party. They worship and celebrate the blessings of the glorious red moon, which is said to bring power and prosperity to those it favors, however, Ruby sees it despicable. Many people outside the boroughs and cities are probably going to die bec

neo Apr 2015 werewolf thoughts at midnight there are bones between my teeth moonlight glimmering in my eyes dried blood in my nails, in my hair my head pounding (thump. thump. thump.) you know they say blood is thicker than water but that just means blood is more likely to stick in my throat coughing up family ties one by one glistening red memories, leaving only a metallic aftertaste sick nightmare fantasy of ripping open bodies im the monster in your fairytale stories lets do a bit of editing, perhaps? lets shred the whole **** book, perhaps?

And maybe something beginning to feel dangerously like love. A distant howl shattered the moment. Both of us froze. Another answered. And another. Auren appeared at the edge of camp, face pale. “The monsters are moving.” The warmth vanished. Reality returned. The Blood Moon was still coming. The First Wolf was still missing. And somewhere in the darkness, something ancient had started hunting. But as Kael’s hand found mine again, holding tight as we stared into the night, I realized one thing: Whatever came next, I wouldn’t face it alone.

Nostalgia filled my whole being as the scene in front of me gets clearer again like it isn't just some memory I play in my mind. Those were the days. The golden days. You see, royal-blooded vampires are a whole different breed. They are nothing like some other vampires. Royal-blooded vampires that blood came from the roots of Vlad Dracul, and was never tainted by any other clans, are considered to be the most prominent families scattered in the lands of Romania. Our family, and Octavians, for instance.