Night Of The Blood Monster Novels & Stories

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.

The location was a forest, and it provided all of the meat they require They did, however, have a cursed day once a month. Albert dreaded it, not because he disliked it, but because of what he expected to do with it. During the full moon, the Night Children hunted for human blood. They danced and reveled in the brilliance of the moonlight while they conducted the rite, then shared the blood of the poor humans. Blood gave life its enchantment, and demons could only exist because of it. Vampires gained immortality and all Night Children gained their beauty. Their skin was wrinkle-free. As a result, when their lack of aging piqued the interest of others who didn't know them, they went into hidi

A sound of pure, unadulterated terror. "It was like a wolf's howl, but… different." Vicky said, her voice high with apprehension. "Like a scream." The chilling truth slammed into Jessica like a physical blow. It was the Night of the Blood Moon, the night Draven's curse awaken, the night he would become consumed by a primal fury, a night that transformed him into a savage beast.

her eyes brimmed with tears, tears that she trying not to fall whatever it takes. “That Bloody Night were they first show up with full force,” she added as her eyes turned blank as she try very best to not to cry or even crack her voice. “As if maddened, they move so fast and deadly! To the point of draining everyone... Everyone that have the blood of the Brightest Moon and the...Almighty Sun, have drained their blood to flood the land with redness!”

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

The night had descended upon them like a cloak of shadows, the moon hanging high in the sky, blood-red and foreboding. The Bloodmoon. It was said that when the moon turned such a color, destinies were sealed and fates were rewritten. For Seraphina Vale, the night was an omen one she had no choice but to face.

Most of the monster he will be facing is in the lower and middle region normally he set up small traps in the lower region and then go to the middle region. 3). Never hunt in the dark- There are a few reasons why hunting in the dark can be dangerous but the main reason are the most dangerous monster come out at night to hunt for food. 4). Never leave traces of blood- other monsters can smell the blood. It is best to drain the blood before traveling with the prey. Ondo also drains the blood on-site unless there is an issue he has also collected the monster blood to sell it. . THE HUNT

"The vampire who struck you...I killed him. I was going to make him suffer but Dara wasn't too impressed with that idea. I can heal your bruise with my blood if you'd like." Natalia stared at the man Pippa called Monster, and he truly was a monster. He appeared to only be a few years older than she was, but that was where any point of common reference ended. He thought telling her that he had killed someone was some kind of badge of honour? Then he offered to let her drink his blood as if that was normal too? What kind of lunatic was he?

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”