Shades Of Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Why is it the closer I get to the house with each measured footstep, the more I smell and pungent odor? I freeze in my tracks as I look at the windows. “Is that blood stains?” I whisper to myself. My veins feeling like their freezing with ice. I run towards the door. I am not thinking about anything but, praying my parents are alive. I slowly open the door. The smell of something rotten hits me harder than I have ever smelled. I leave the door open to provide air. I am shaking in terror. I have already lost everything in New York, please God above, give me my parents. There is a trail of blood smeared into the hardwood. As if a body or bodies had been dragged. Blood soaks the furniture, ever

The White Tide crown lay across the ravine behind us. It rose from the ground. The crowned shadow reached for it through Raiken’s body. I pulled the white wolf forward. Not fully. Just enough. Claws formed at my fingertips. White light spread across my skin. I drove my hand against Raiken’s chest. The shadow screamed. The pack recoiled. Black smoke tore from his mouth. It gathered above us, shaping itself into the false king. Shin threw his blade. The shadow caught it. Then laughed. You cannot kill blood.

A shadow stretched over him, blotting out the weak morning sun. The lead blood-born entity stood at the edge of the ridge. Up close, it was colossal, its pale, rubbery flesh glistening with the dark brine of the Atlantic trenches. It tilted its featureless head, the massive, unhinged jaw twitching as its rows of translucent, needle-like fangs dripped black, corrosive saliva onto the heather.

“You don’t get to make silly assumptions about my life. I’ll let you go because it’s your first time, but I promise you, the next time you try this, I won’t play nice.” My heart jackhammered, but it wasn’t just fear. His eyes—those damned green eyes—held me captive, stirring a memory I’d buried deep. A dark street, a screeching car, my mother’s scream, and those same green eyes glinting in the shadows before the world shattered. My notebook slipped from my fingers, pages fluttering to the floor like wounded birds. Zane’s gaze flicked to my lips, a flicker of something raw flashing across his face. For a heartbeat, I thought he’d close the gap, but he stepped back, his cold mask slamming into

Alessandro repeated under his breath, like a curse. And then — just like that — the air shifted again. From lunch. To business. To blood. As it always did.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

Sabrina took the sample from Shadow by pricking her finger and drew a few milliliters of her blood and was tested in numerous tests. And during the process, he remembered that Shadow’s blood was everything but beneficial to mere mortals. The scene brought him back to one of those tireless nights, and Cole kind of wanted to slap himself for forgetting that Sabrina did, in fact, warn him regarding Shadow's unique blood. He swallowed his dry saliva nervously. Why? He had a ton of things to say about it. Firstly, her blood color was purple, and it wasn’t any typical kind of purple. It was a dangerous kind of shit of purple.

I ran, with my fists clenched as hard as I could, to my room. I didn't want Godiva to find out about my dark side before we got married. That would be a significant obstacle that could drive her away from me. I had to hide my and Pollux's activities until Godiva was truly ours. I went straight into the bathroom to clean myself up. I saw the red-colored rinse water on the bathroom floor. Why do those damn vampires have to bleed? Fucking hell! That was what made me hate them. Sanguine Shadows had modified their chromosomes to come out during the day and have blood to mingle with humans. The truce between the Sanguine Shadows and the werewolf race prevented me from simply slaying them.

The strange man sighed and folded his hands behind him. "My name is Xavier",he said and bowed his head a little at her. "And I'm a Shade" Layla frowned. A Shade? What did he mean? "Shadow warrior",Xavier said when he noticed the confusion in her eyes. "I'm a Shadow warrior, from the bloodline of the Ancient Shades. Shades are rare creatures who have the ability to become invisible, manipulate shadows and travel through time and space. Even into people's dreams" Layla's eyes flashed. So that's how he was able to get into her dreams, she thought.