Night Of The Blood Monster Novels & Stories

She called me son but I killed her. I grabbed the shattered knife, one that were broken all over the floor. I grabbed it. I shattered the mirror. I did it. I took the shred, sat on the floor and drew blood from me. The monster needed blood. It needed blood. Who was the monster? Was it me? Was it in my head? Was I the monster? I killed two woman. Slash Slash! Blood. I drew blood was from them. I was the monster? “Don’t do that.” A voice. Tiny. Sweet. Cinnamon. Rose.

he whispered and that's when I felt his teeth like a fang on my neck. I scream as something like fang dig into my pulsing neck, I cried out and moan in pain, he didn't stop, he kept biting into my neck, my eyes slowly started to close, the smell of orange cluster my nose. I thought it was my time to disappear from life. ******* I remember that night, it was him, the blood sucking monster. "Aria" my vision gets blurry and I feel dizzy. FLASHBACK

I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher the ancient, jagged writing that surrounded the drawing: "When the Moon bleeds, and the shadows grow long, the heart that beats no more shall find its beat. From the ashes of the ancient burial grounds, the Cold Ones shall arise. They are the hunger that never sleeps, the thirst that cannot be slaked. When the Blood Moon crowns the sky, the Undead shall claim the throne of the living, and the world shall drown in the red of their feast." Devon yawned tiredly behind me, stretching out on the bed. "Jimmie... will you put the book away and come to bed? Please? Come on, babe..."

Mason's Point Of View ‘BLOOD’ The midnight air was strong with the putrid stench of blood, and the gibbous moon hung up in the midnight sky, radiating in all its might. But it was red, bloody red. Probably soaked with all the blood spilled by that psycho. Yes, the red ghoul! I could feel the energy of all the lives he had taken weigh heavily on the moon, it was like a sacrifice in exchange of some power no witch should have.

Blood seeped through the fabric, warm against my shaking hands. I swallowed hard. “Okay. First step: stop bleeding. Second step: don’t panic. Third step: find magical vampire first-aid kit.” A drawer slid open with a loud shunk. I yelped. “BRENDA! That is NOT helping!” Inside the drawer sat a crystal bottle full of thick dark liquid. I stared. I blinked. I stared again. “…Is that blood?” The lights flickered once. Yes. “Is it vintage? Like… does blood expire?”

Esther’s POV The first sign that the night was different came as a low, rolling tremor under my bare feet. The Blood Moon Pack compound sat silent, but the walls themselves seemed to vibrate like the inside of a drum. Outside my barred window, the moon was swollen and white-blue, leaking silver down the corridor walls like spilled mercury. Full moon nights had always made Nicholas strange—quicker to rage, slower to remember—but tonight his power felt like a living, breathing thing clawing at its cage.

I ran toward the bed. "Do what? What did you do!" I screamed. I stopped short at the edge of the bed, and the world seemed to tilt. The Queen Mother wasn't just sleeping. There was a bronze-hilted knife sticking out of her chest. The white silk of her nightgown was rapidly turning a deep, sickening crimson. There was blood everywhere.

In the moments right before I wake up screaming about things I can't control and people I can't protect. Same silver-blonde hair catching the light. Same violet eyes with that silver ring around the iris that nobody else has. Same bone structure that I've memorized better than I know my own face. My mother is walking through the gates of Blood Moon Academy. Except she's not my mother. She's too young. She's the right age to be a student, not a fully grown woman who murdered her husband in cold blood and then disappeared like she never existed. "Draven?" Marcus is talking to me, but his voice sounds very far away. "Man, you're getting that look. The one where you're about to lose your mind."

The blindfold came loose and lay on the floor plunging himself into darkness just as the first tremor hit. His body convulsed, muscles rippling under skin that stretched taut. Bones ground, threatening to shift, but the chains held—for now. A roar built in his throat, escaping as a pained snarl. The monster clawed at his mind, visions of crimson rivers and Elian's screams fueling its frenzy. Outside, beyond the wards, the moon shifted. Its light bled from silver to a deep, ominous red—a blood moon, harbinger of chaos. Howls rose across the kingdom, wolves cowering in dens, packs huddling in fear. The red tide didn't just amplify instincts; it unleashed the buried horrors, turning allies into