Spill Blood Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

She looks down at the name tag, blushing even more fiercely. Chapter 1.21 Barking Spiders, Xoxo Nyx

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

The skin felt tight, stretched, too heavy. “Not again. Please not—” Heat spilled under me. I thought the shower left more water on my legs than I’d noticed—until I looked down. Blood. It ran fast, soaking the sheet, racing over my calves in thin streams. For a heartbeat I couldn’t think. Then the scream tore out of me without asking permission. “Lila!”

Trigger warning - The word "blood" comes up a lot in this chapter. ___ It was a bloody mess. Blood on the floor, blood on the walls, blood on their bodies. Just splashes here and there, not a enough to form pool of whatever size, yet it was no exaggeration that they had gone at each other crazily. Laura had Zezi trapped on the floor beneath her, her claws raised, her eyes red with burning rage, while Zezi looked up at her with sick smile on her face.

Chapter 11: A Debt in Blood Pain pulsed through my skull, dragging me slowly back to consciousness. My head felt like it was wrapped in fog, each thought sluggish and disjointed. My body—limp and heavy, like something had drained all life from it—lay uncomfortably on cold, unforgiving stone. A damp, stagnant air filled the room, the pungent scent of mildew mixing with something metallic, like blood, so thick I could almost taste it.

I stand in the hallway with the emerald on her finger and the certain knowledge that I just lost the opening move of a game I didn't know I was playing. I don't lose games. S e r a p h i n a ✦ Sloppy. Say the word and mean it. Four hours of sleep and the adrenaline of a breakthrough — the second piece I needed, the link between the shell routing and an actual name and I walked out of my room without checking the hall first.

"No, no, no..." A warm, thick liquid began to spread beneath me. I looked down through my blurry vision. The dark navy fabric of my dress was turning black between my thighs. A dark red pool of blood was spreading across the white marble floor, staining the clean stone. "My baby," I screamed, the sound echoing off the walls of the narrow hallway. "Help me! Someone help me!" Chloe’s face went completely pale. She looked at the blood on the floor, then at her own hands. She took three fast steps backward, her high heels clicking wildly.

I gagged at it, almost ready to puke everything off my tum. "I need to get out of here." I searched around for the door that led me in here but everything was Baby Pink. Nothing different than it. I fisted my hands, moving away from the waterfall of blood. "Xavier!!" I shouted. There could only be one person here. Either me all alone or Xavier. "Come out this instant!" I yelled. I groaned as the blood flooded to my feet, almost getting inside my shoes. "Okay, what's with this blood? Is it my imagination? Do I need to make it somekind of cherry drink?" I pushed my feet back, away from the flooding pool of blood.

It was filled with blood. I screamed and collapsed to the floor. The gift box slipped from my hands, and the blood-red liquid spilled out, leaving a dark stain on the marble floor.