Romans & histoires Shades Of Blood

I try to exit the darkness but there’s an invisible barrier preventing us from returning to my body. ‘Shadows, I call to you. Let me go back to my living body’. ‘There is a price that must be paid for safe passage’, a shaky voice tells me. How the hell can shadows talk? ‘Do not question the how. Are you prepared to pay?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘What do you offer?’ ‘You demand blood payments, yes?’ This is what Jasper is going to use to overcome Richard in the shadow world. ‘I offer you a pint of my blood now, and once I am healed, I will give you a further pint’. I tell the shadows.

Nothing else in my room is disturbed. I pick it up between my fingers, turning it in the light. The leaf catches the glow of the candles, looking almost like it’s pulsing—alive. I let the weight sink into my hands, let it pull up the part of me I keep under lock an key. The color reminds me of the Nightshade forests to the north—where the old bloodlines used to dwell before Camille’s rise. Those forests are forbidden now. Cursed, they say. But I know better than to dismiss things as a coincidence..

Alex and Victoria are a vampire couple who live peacefully in a small town. They do not like to kill humans, but rather drink the blood of animals or voluntary donors. They also have many human friends who respect and protect them. One night, they hear news that there is an evil vampire clan called The Bloods who plan to rule the world by making humans their slaves. The Bloods are led by an old and powerful vampire named Lord Draven. He has an army of vampires numbering in the thousands, as well as some brainwashed humans.

Bloodshed. ***

The blood starts pouring out of my mouth uncontrollably, I cough while splashes of blood defile the ground under me. “Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you”, the shade rubs the back of its hand down my cheek, “I'm just going to drain your body of its worthless life”. The shadow figure laughed maniacally in my face. I sense the thirst for blood and the hatred towards me. I start to turn to run, but my body immediately falls limp. I start to military crawl, dragging my legs across the floor.

Weird. As far as Ash could remember, there were no shades of white on the night of their fight. Everything was covered with darkness, deep crimson coming from the large amount of blood that had been spilled on the ship, and the deep orange hue that symbolized the true terror of the Black Wolf plan. It was— Ash eyes widened as if the fog had been lifted and suddenly, all he could see was the scene that made his blood run cold, and the terror and fear shook him through his core.

He looked up at the Elders, spreading his hands wide. "Do you hear him? He speaks of 'laws' while he harbors a parasite. The Bloodshade line was once the most prestigious bloodline in this region. It was pure. It was strong. And now? It is being stained by the very rot that tried to extinguish it fifteen years ago."

"They were necessary sacrifices to make sure I survived! I am the identity! I am the purpose!" "You're the shadow!" I slammed her head against the white floor, the concrete cracking beneath us. "I am the one who loved the Alpha! I am the one who carries the future! You want the 'Extinction' back? Come and take it from the teeth!" As our souls clashed in the center of the courtyard, the white light of the sky began to bleed. Not silver, not violet—but a deep, rich Obsidian-Red. Through the fracture we had torn in the compiler, a shadow began to rise. It wasn't a ship. It wasn't a drone.

The crowd gasped, their fear forgotten for a moment, replaced by wonder. I filled a sprayer, misting the Potion gently over the Bloodshade’s wide branches. The butterflies followed, settling on the leaves and bark, their bodies dusted with my Potion’s glow. With each beat of their wings, tiny flecks of silver and red caught the light, scattering sparks of color through the deepening dusk. The Bloodshade didn’t bloom... but it glowed. Oh, how it glowed. The tree seemed draped in living jewels, its every inch alive with motion and light.

These halflings, or Shades as they came to be known, were feared and hated by the mortal clans. The Alphas of the seven Clans, leaders of their people and protectors of their lands, were disgusted by the existence of these half-blooded creatures. They saw the Shades as an abomination, a stain on the purity of their bloodlines. In their eyes, the Shades were a constant reminder of the horrors the demons had wrought, and they vowed to cleanse the world of their taint. They declared a great hunt, a campaign of violence and death that would span generations. The Shades were hunted down like animals, dragged from their homes and slaughtered in the streets. No mercy was shown, no quarter given.