Shades Of Blood Novels & Stories

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.

“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?” “I’ll go to the latter.” Rolling her eyes, she summoned her shadow. It appeared in front of them, its whole figure blinking. Before Kleint’s eyes, she pinched her shadow’s flesh, biting her lips as the pain washed through her like a bucket of ice. “T-This—this is the blood—the shadow’s blood.” Her eyes were drooping as she gulped, but she merely shook her drowsiness by thinking about what her father would say if she collapsed again.

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.

 '' Il tuo vero amore che hai visto ogni notte".( Your true love whom you used to see every night.)Nicola chipped with happiness when he observed the portrait for good few minutes. "Yess Nicola Sono veramente sicuro che non sia lontana da me .. mio vero amore ... voglio sentire la Darkest Shade of Love con lei.'' ( I am damm sure she is not far away from me..my true love..I want to feel the Darkest Shade of Love with her.) "Sir..I hope your life...your happiness will complete soon.."Nicola said in his broken English accent. "Ohh..Nicola you should take some English lessons..I feel sorry for you when you can't join me to other countries due to your lack of knowledge of the English.."He laugh

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.

The pain in my chest lessens and I decide to follow that smell. When I get to where the smell is thicker, I also smell blood.. Blood? What happened here? As I get closer, I see a figure lying there all bloody and for some reason it pains me to see her this way. I get closer and Shadows voice keeps chanting these words : "MATE!MATE!MATE!MATE!MATE!" ____________________________________ Hey

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

Resolute in her decision, she resolved to seek medical assistance by scheduling an appointment with a doctor. Unfortunately, following her meeting with her family doctor, Natasha received the devastating news of her diagnosis with Leukemia. She was shattered by this revelation, as Leukemia is a deadly blood cancer with various types, including Chronic lymphocytic leukemia (CLL), Acute lymphocytic leukemia (ALL), and Chronic myeloid leukemia (CML). In Natasha's case, she was diagnosed with Chronic myeloid leukemia.