River Of Blood Stats Novels & Stories

River immediately froze as he watched me descend from the stairs with a fountain pen pressed against my jugular. When I saw fear dancing in his eyes, I knew I had him. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” he growled, clearly distressed. “Put down the pen, Aqua.” “A life for a life,” I said. When River didn't respond, I feared he didn't take my bluff, so I forced myself to go an extra mile. His eyes widened at the sight of blood trickling down my neck as I increased the pressure on the fountain pen.

They've been here for 2 weeks, and the enemy is getting closer. River squirms out of the Alpha's arms so he can go to the bathroom one last time before bed. He grabs onto the Beta’s hand and tugs on it, dragging the Beta with him. River is one of the few people who's not allowed to roam too far alone. He's incredibly small, the smallest in the group at 5'5, and nowhere near strong enough to defend himself. River is comfortable enough with everyone in the group, that when he needs to go, he just grabs the closest person and drags them with him.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 "𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑..... 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛..... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘..." Katherine That organ in my body that pumps blood and keeps my whole blood warm somersaulted and I took a step back. Alexander Tyrone leaned on the door in all his glory.

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

Talon is his name. Shit, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Griffin Masters, the alpha’s son. Delinquent and bad boy. I’m the guy your mother warns you to stay way from and she has every right too. I’ve been to juvie six times, and let’s say my favorite hobby isn’t exactly legal. But anyways, back to my demon side. Somehow during the month of my birth, I ended up with a demon blood. My mother told me how it happened, and made me swear to never tell anyone. Especially my father. The blood was of a very dangerous demon, and it blended with my wolf genes. Making me a hybrid. My father hates that side of me. He can’t say I’m not his kid because I am. DNA and all.

Sapphira's ankle gave way and she tumbled forward into the dark. The ground was cold and gritty under her, the air pungent with mildew and ... more jasmine. This place was old. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and her vision sharpened, her wolf sensing for threats. But the air was still. The only movement was a trickle of water running down the wall. She turned towards the direction she had fallen from, her eyes adjusting in the dark as Evander materialised behind her. He dusted his shoulders and adjusted his cuffs before extending a hand towards her.

"Yes I do!! Just call an ambulance!! Fucking stop this madness please!!" "Finally you're ready to repent" Returning the gag to his mouth, I began amputating his fingers one by one until there was nothing left then I used my dagger to gut him like a fish and made sure his intestines landed in his arms like a fucking trophy. There was no way he could survive the assault. Liana was long gone. Her lips were already blue and her eyes unblinking; the perfect picture of what death looks like. I was drenched in blood; the blood of my enemies and I wore it proudly like a warrior.

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

River felt it more deeply than she ever had with any mortal boy. But the stardust faded from her eyes and she didn’t see anything beautiful about the man looming over her. His eyes were red, the color of blood, his mouth ringed in gore, lips parted, his fangs stained with her vitae. Aelnith’s face, bloodlessly pale, looked wild, his expression feral. For a moment, River felt her heart stopped by icy fear. “I...need...I have to go back!” She said, pushing him, her hands planted firmly on his chest, shoving him back.