Novel & Cerita Shades Of Blood

We are all way too gossipy to keep a plan like that under wraps. “I can guarantee that those two have Shade on their payroll,” I say. “Yeah, that makes the most sense,” Hades replies. Shade is a witch/vampire hybrid and has been slinking around for close to 1000 years now. She will do whatever for the right price, so I know Vepar and Asmosday have to pay her extremely well to go along with this plan. We all know about Shade and what she does. We have left her alone because she hasn't bothered us. I am not sure what we should do now that she is involved in this shit.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

So much blood, so much destruction. Shadows seeped from the darkness, like branches and vines. They reached out slithering towards the army of shifters, wrapping their tendrils around them - suffocating and squeezing the life from them. Their bodies slumped down drained and sunken from loss of substance and... Life. And those eyes, dominant and forceful, gleaming gold like nothing I have ever seen before. I can’t see the giant in my vision, a blanket of shadows covering him. All I can see is the fiery blaze in those unholy orbs.

The Blood Moon didn’t just light up the world; it stained it. A deep, rusty red filtered through the cracks in the mountain refuge, turning familiar faces into scary masks and colouring the stone floors like old blood. There was no real dawn, just a shift from dark shadows to bloody half-light.

He was watching me become a queen of shadows, not a queen of wolves. I didn't hesitate. I pressed the blade to my palm, my blood, the blood of the Shadow Queen, welling up from the cut. It was a dark, crimson color, almost black in the moonlight. I let it drip onto the ground, each drop sizzling as it hit the earth, a hiss of dark energy meeting the soil.

•|•|• It is strange that I now see the world through color since I met my Adeline. Not only the shades she paints, but the ones that form around her, visible to my eyes only. When it is Yellow, as it is usually, I am at peace and the Kingdom sleeps. But when it is red…even the leaves tremble. •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] I pity Shade. Immensely. It is not her fault that her heart is warm and her eyes kind, or that her lips are so immaculate whenever she speaks beauty weaves between her words—words that lure the wicked and trap the cruel.

I’ve got nothing to lose, I’ve basically lost everything already if this doesn’t work, so fuck it. “What is your price?” I asked. “We want blood. Your blood is pure, not tainted. We don’t want it all, but we want some.” They hissed. Blood? That’s it? I was expecting much worse than a little blood. Hell, I lose blood at every ritual, and every time Ramses decides to sink his fangs into me. Blood was nothing to me. I looked around and broke a low hanging tree branch off, taking the jagged end of the branch and slicing my hand open. The Shadows instantly surrounded my hand, greedily sucking the blood from it, while the ones on the ground lapped up any that spilled.

Love so very true in reds, that beat within our heart, shadows black take form as hate, which tears the soul apart. Greens of joy and happiness, lush grass beyond compare, sadness, shrouded depths of blue, the waters of despair. Yellow screams of agony and pain which we endure. Guilt and shame are shades of grey, a torrential downpour. Earthy brown desires are that for which we lust, the loss of which comes with age, like chrome begins to rust. The image changing constantly as time plods slowly on,

The rose tattoo carried or rather held a shade of my personality in the color 'RED', exploring the blood and emotional part of me and most especially the undeniable 'LOVE' which was the main reason I kept running this race in hopes I would reach the finish line soon, my own tracks, my own rules! Now my long blond hair dyed 'BLUE', was carrying a whole different shade of my personality. I'm not sure yet what part of me it held yet but maybe probably the cold and resilient part, the wavy yet stable part and the undiscovered part, maybe it will be discovered when I finally reach the finish line, the finish line when I avenge my Father's death!. This is the beginning of a whole new ME!. "I AM KA

“You look like hell.” Enzo huffed a quiet laugh. “And you look like you haven’t slept.” “I haven’t.” His eyes darkened. “Nightmares?” She hesitated, then nodded. “I keep seeing it. The blood, the bodies… Diego.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “It doesn’t feel real.” Enzo leaned back in his chair, studying her. “It is.” She crossed the room, sitting on the edge of his desk. “Your men lost faith in you.”