Shades Of Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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

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. "

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.

Chapter 93 – The Black Veil The black blood seeped from the walls like a wound that refused to heal. It pooled on the floor, spreading outward in unnatural patterns that seemed alive, pulsing faintly as if it were breathing. Each droplet shimmered with an eerie darkness, reflecting not light but shadow—a void within a void. The air grew heavier, pressing down on them like a storm cloud refusing to break. Whispers began to echo through the chamber, fragmented sentences that slithered into their minds uninvited.

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.

Seven's white t-shirt is stained on the chest. I watch in horror as Seven falls on the ground, blood oozing out of his body. All I can see is Blood! Blood! Blood! 💀💀💀💀💀

Stared at a shard of glass the size of a penny as it fell from her cheek into her hand, tinted the crimson of her own cosseted blood. “Don’t you ever speak down to me you puerile harlot.” With the man staring down at her, she finally cowered. Dizzied. Shrunk into the debris of the shattered photo frame. Listened as it crunched under her elbow. “Why me?” The word came in a sob, no longer afraid for her resolution. “Can’t you ruin some other poor girl’s life?”