Novel & Cerita Shades Of Blood

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.

There was a caption below the illustration and it reads, “TroXe: protector of the l**k.” “Are you sure about this?” “Of course I am. Look, we only need three drops of blood from me, the host, a shadow’s blood, a binder, and the blood from my closest l**k.” “What’s a shadow’s blood? And a binder?” “Dang, a shadow’s blood, idiot! The shadow’s blood.” “Yeah, keep repeating that, and I swear I’ll get it.” “Each Wielder have, at least, two souls. One for the shadow and one for the Wielder himself. To get the blood of the shadow is to get its essence. Do you get it now, or do I have to show you what I mean?”

And I instantly curl into myself, not even daring to breathe out a single gasp as I shakily look up into the smallest crack made into the wooden cabinet. Beta. Our Beta. Almost every part of him is stained with blood. He coughs, his body twisting against the floor. Soon the carpet is soaked with the same scarlet marring his skin. Two silhouettes. And I nearly choke on the Dominance as I see both the Shadow Alpha and Beta. It fills the room, down to every inch. The door clicks close. I can’t even find myself breathing as I see their eyes. Gold and violet. Their hands and face are both stained with Rouge blood. They don’t look sane or human. They look like creatures straight from hell, and fro

Fuck, I suppose that we could’ve let them finger paint with his blood,’ I mused. One thing that I loved about the shadows was that they could multitask. While some were throwing psychotic vamps across the room, others were taking the additional protective vials that I had on me and throwing them against the ground at their feet. It created a shield to protect them. Everyone else only had two of them, but I had about thirty of them in my bag because the shadows could distribute them where they needed to go.

Lauren sucked in a sharp breath. There was blood everywhere—so much blood, how could there be so much blood? Why was it still red and not brown and faded?—and bits of viscera that the killer hadn’t taken with him. Scraps of cloth were scattered like party confetti, and there was one brown moccasin with its sole facing up. It seemed very small and sad without its owner. Black flies buzzed, bloated and drunk, around the clearing. All around them was the smell of rot and death and the sharp tang of that impossibly fresh blood.

and a million dollar smile played on his lips. ''I'll will search you Miss. Cindrella if my feelings are pure and genuine...we'll find the ''Darkest Shade of Love''.Life has given me another chance to restart my life.To cherish every moment I live and I want you beside me as my love.I am going to hunt you Cinderella.You are here around me.My heart can feel your presence."He murmured to himself. ****************************

The blood rushes into my veins as the adrenaline rises, taking me to the world of ecstasy. The women dancing like sluts and men looking at them like hungry wolfs. The sensual touch of the notes makes the crowd goes mad. I want to stay like this until my eyes notices the time, 12:17 A.M. My eyes pop out and I rush out from my cabin, abruptly stopping the music in between. The cheering crowd goes boo when I step out and left them. Oliver follows me outside and we head back to our homes.