Senses Fail Bloody Romance Novels & Stories

With his shoulders all scrunched up, Roman muttered to himself, "What are the words again?" In the cool of the night and a brief recollection of meditation, Roman soon found himself in a hall filled with people, with their bodies plastered against each other, either grinding or lap dancing. Roman shrugged, how did they cope with all that sweat. " Oh!" He forgot. The Vampires didn't sweat.

With a grunt, Romeo hit her head for the last time, by then, Rain already knew she was losing consciousness because black dots had began to appear in her line of vision. “She’s so much prettier with a bloodied face and a closed mouth…” Romeo had said and that was the last thing she remembered heading before finally giving in to the darkness. After that, she felt a pull in that darkness...like she was drifting away in space but to an actual destination. “...Now I see…special…me…” She could only hear the words in bits and pieces but she could recognize the voice. She’d recognize that anywhere and safe to say…she wasn’t really surprised that Cullen was involved in this.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN * * Rene is anxiously confused when the thin material of his breeches fails to absorb more blood, and it ends up trickling to the ground. Strangely enough, he does not remember getting injured. His body feels dizzy, and his vision becomes blurry; just as his knees start to give way, he feels himself being swooped into strong arms; he is conscious of being lifted, but too tired to open his eyes. The familiar smell of pheromones suffocates his senses; he wants to sink his body closer to this warmth; Rene's eyes slowly flutter open, and he blinks rapidly, meeting the intense pair of gazes staring down at him.

Contrary to how people see vampires, especially those who are in the royal bloodline, they belong to the highest class which people fear and respect. As we graced our way through the woods, darkness started to envelop the whole scene. The harsh hits of the wind welcome our bodies as we push through with only Romulus to guide our way back. The wind gushing straight to my face was slightly hurting my eyes but for some reason, I was not able to shut them close. My eyes were pathetically fixated on Giovanni who is now passionately riding Romulus as if his life depends on it. His perfectly carved brows are both drawn together and his eyes are sharp like an eagle through the night.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

"Please take a seat." I sat down, my mind racing. What do I do? Should I apologise? Explain me. Stay silent? "So, how are you feeling, Miss Brown?" he asked, leaning back in his chair, his tone casual but laced with amusement. "I-I..." I stammered, completely lost for words. "You seem nervous," he observed, leaning forward slightly. "I don’t appreciate that." I bit my lip again, looking down. Great, Isabella. Way to make things worse.

He had only wanted to get my attention by being with her, but now he had caused irreparable damage. He couldn't meet my eyes, couldn't admit to his mistake. Instead, he placed all the blame on Darcy. Felix kicked Darcy to the ground and used a knife to ruin her face, making her suffer through everything I had endured. The excruciating pain shattered Darcy's dreams of marrying into a wealthy family. She screamed, begging for mercy.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

I breathe with a mixture of relief and excitement as I swing the door open to the ballroom. A guttural scream tears through me the moment I swing the door open. Time stands still as I freeze, my gaze fixated on the floor transformed into a morbid canvas of crimson. The edge of my dress swiftly becomes saturated, the sheer volume of blood evident everywhere. Oh, Heavens! What in the world is happening? The shock courses through me, a surreal disconnection between the blissful anticipation of finding my mate and the horrifying reality before my eyes. I can't fathom how I missed the smell of blood on my way over. But how could I have? My senses were ensnared by the alluring fragrance of my mate

The night had already turned red. Not metaphorically — literally red, as though the sky above the ruins bled into the earth. Smoke curled like veins of fire, the wind carrying the metallic scent of danger. The ground trembled with the weight of everything unraveling. Romeo's fingers were inches from the black book about to set ablaze when....THUD. A boot slammed brutally into his spine. His scream tore out, sharp and short, as his body was launched forward. He hit his head hard on a stone and passed out.