Novel & Cerita Shades Of Blood

From the deepest corners of the room, the shadows squirmed, answering my call. I pressed the jagged blade against the palm of my hand, exerting the slightest amount of pressure. The stinging pain was numbed from the cold, and I watched as my blood pooled in my hand. I couldn’t help but notice Tristan’s mark was the same shade, the color of fresh blood. ‘I need information.’ I told the shadows, watching them writhe at the sound of my voice. The slivers of smoke and shadow glided towards me, wrapping around my legs like an affectionate dog.

(THIRD POV) Dr. Collins leaned back against the cracked leather seat of the taxi, her fingers drumming restlessly on her lap. The sky outside had turned a heavy, ominous shade of blue, the last light of the day smothered by thick clouds, and the streetlights buzzed to life, casting long shadows across the road. It was so much darker than when she had first left Ivy’s place; the hours had slipped away faster than she realized, and the creeping night felt like a veil of anxiety settling over her shoulders.

“Way stronger than any rogue I’d faced before.” “I know,” I whispered, barely able to catch my breath. “It’s like they weren’t even…wolves anymore.” That was when I looked down. The blood on my hands—it wasn’t red. It wasn’t the crimson I was used to, the kind that came with wounds and wars and too many years of violence. No, this was black. Thick. Oily. Like tar. Like rot. I blinked, thinking maybe I was seeing things wrong, but then I saw it on Nolan too. On Ava’s face. On Liam’s claws. On Shane and Jade. All of us. Covered in that black, putrid mess.

ADRIAN'S POV I held my chest as I spurted out a mouthful of blood and weakness washed over my body. "Adrian!" My mother's panicked voice rang in my ears, but it sounded so distant. "Adrian, are you okay?" "Adrian, Adrian!" The voices of the people in the room kept ringing in my ears, but they were too far away. I could feel my consciousness dwindling, and before I knew it, everything turned dark...

Roy’s lips brushed against her cheek, and a sigh of relief escaped him. Willow held him tight, her voice hoarse. “Thank God you’re here.” Roy took Willow out of the dark and damp factory. As they reached the door, a silhouette darted out of the shadows from behind. Before they knew it, Roy was knocked to the ground with a sickening thud. Willow watched as blood gushed out of the back of Roy’s head, spilling across the floor. Catherine’s cheek-sunken face emerged as she stared grimacingly at the floor. “That’s what you get for hitting my son.”

“You helped me. She said she is the mother of Shades, can you elaborate? Is she your mother?” “To the second question both yes and now. I was an unexpected side product, something she did not intend to birth or create. I work for one of her sisters to keep her at bay. She did not realize this until I helped you. Now she is weary of me. Shades are creatures almost like Dark Elves and Vampires unholy love child. They thrive in darkness but can walk in daylight,” the imp says. “Is there a way to defeat them?” “Yes, but I do not know it,” he replies. “Listen. Beware The Riders Three, they are triplet shades sent to seduce Malleus, she has given them something…Oh shit…I must go!”

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

Understand now? Tara froze, staring at me in shock. I did not care. I turned around to leave, but a shadow blocked my path. I looked up. I did not know how long he had been standing there. Ethan's bloodshot eyes told me everything. He had cleaned himself up, trying to look sharp, but no matter how polished his appearance, eyes never lied. No one could fake the exhaustion of countless sleepless nights. His voice was hoarse and tinged with nervousness. "I didn't know she came here. I'll send her away right now, Lana."

The substance hissed and pulsed, forming writhing, living blood shadows around his hands. "Do you see this?" Tharros murmured, lifting the writhing shadows closer to Vyr’s face. The blood dark shadow sizzled, dripping like acid. "This is me showing you mercy." He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. "If I let this touch you, it will eat through your skin like fire through dry bone. And trust me, I won’t stop." This was one out of his deadly shadows. The throne room felt smaller, the walls closing in as the shadows crept closer.

Blood blossomed across his shirt, the crimson stain spreading rapidly. "No!" Sophie screamed, catching him as he fell to his knees. She turned her head, wild with rage, to see Evelyn holding the smoking gun, a satisfied smile playing at her lips. "You really thought we'd let you both walk away from this?" Evelyn taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "You've ruined everything, Alex. Did you think there would be no consequences?" Sophie pressed her hands to the wound, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood. "You monster!" she spat. "You've lost, Evelyn! Everyone will know what you've done!"