Shades Of Blood の小説・ストーリー

The moment I do that, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to determine whether it's really my family that got into this or not. Sure enough, the sound leads straight to my room, and I open it to see blood everywhere. Okay, a police officer is definitely coming sooner or later. I need to remove any incriminating evidence—and anything that could reveal the deeper politics within the states. My eyes widen in shock as I see my dad lying over my sister. My sister—she's holding her side and is in a pool of blood—they are both alive, I think to myself. But when I look around, I see all the other men; every single other person is dead. A couple of people from the Shadowfang organization are dead as well, b

“But who doesn’t have socials these days?” “Millions of people, I’m sure,” Carine said. “I’m going to bed.” “Maybe he didn’t give you his real name in case you did go to the police?” Laura suggested. Still feeling a pit of despair in her stomach, Carine changed and snuggled in her quilt, rolling Vanadine’s coat into a ball that she hugged as she thought of him. *** His strong body pressed her against a wall as she stared into his eyes, her heartbeat doubling when she saw the beauty and violence in them. Able to see clearly, Carine saw they were the colour of dark chocolate with honey flecks radiating from the pupil.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

He kept his attention straight ahead, an ability I wasn't equipped with. The closest figure softly wheezed and yanked my attention in the direction the eyes were closed but the body was jerking and waved as if it was recuperating from a long run. The movement of the body alone made me uncomfortable, so I stopped walking and examined the body closely. The veins in all of the exposed skin were black but the skin itself was pale almost see-through. My eyes followed the veins down the face to the bloodstained neck and down to the shredded shoulder, and chest where deep claw-like gashes littered the body's torso. I examined the arms or what would be the arms one was missing large portions of meat

Vampire eyes are typically red just like what you can see in movies but with us, we have different shades of red for us to be distinguished from the lowerbloods because they only have plain red eyes. For the Fall House, they got the shade of maroon reflecting a sword when you look closely. For House Ruin, they got the shade of red orange reflecting flames. For us, we got crimson red reflecting the crescent moon. Though, I’ve got different eyes, far different from ours and even the other houses. My right eye is crimson red reflecting the crescent moon while my left eye is ocean blue reflecting the clouds. I don’t have any idea what it looks like and can’t remember since when I had the eyes.

the toilet stalls were empty, each and every single one of them. and there it was, the pool of blood on the tiled floor. it was this sight that made his entire body go cold. And no, Shane wasn't afraid of blood, in fact, he had handled a lot of Bloody cases in his lifetime, when you've taken as many lives as he had, being drenched in blood wouldn't be such a big deal. but the thought that the blood could belong to someone he was supposed to protect, someone who was innocent and didn't belong in the Mad Pact, it made his heart clench in regret and immense guilt. Damnit!! Damnit! why had he left her alone? why did he think she was going to be fine on her own? even for a single second, there wa

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. "

Just at the rims. Like his eyes are filling with blood. Lucian stumbles backward. Lyra catches his arm, steadying him. "What's wrong?" Lyra asks. Lucian looks at the shield again. Silver eyes. Normal. The red is gone. But it was there. He saw it. The shadow-blood is waking. Lucian's reflection in the seer's glass shows eyes rimmed crimson.

Chapter 6: Shadows in the Rearview I woke up tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, my heart pounding like I’d just run from a hit gone wrong. The dream lingered, vivid and unwelcome—Ethan’s face, those warm hazel eyes looking up at me, his lips brushing mine in some dimly lit room that smelled like fresh paint and rain. His hands on my skin, soft and unscarred, pulling me closer while I whispered things I’d never say aloud. It was bullshit, all of it. A fantasy my mind cooked up to torture me, because in reality, touching him would be like dragging an angel into hell.

Shade’s grin sharpened. He slid a black card into Riven’s pocket. “Bring him to me if you want him to live,” Shade said softly. Riven’s breath stilled. “What did you do? ” he hissed. “A slow venom,” Shade replied. “Don’t worry—he’s not dying tonight.” Shade’s eyes darkened. “Tomorrow, maybe.” Riven’s blood ran ice-cold. Shade stood, dusted off his jacket, and tapped twice on the truck. The engine roared back to life.