Romans & histoires Spill Blood Chapter 1

The rustle of trees, the clash of nearby waves, and the chirping of merry birds aroused her curiosity. She tried to straighten her seat, but she was unable to experience the disturbing dizziness that chained her movement. She groaned, soaked in a wave of pain, but she did not give in to her stubbornness to urge herself to stand up again and try to get out of this hole in which she found herself without any idea of the reason, pointing to her eyes with the palm that she extended. Before her, smeared with a dark, sticky, dry liquid, and her tattered clothes stained with the same liquid, blood! Is it blood? She rose in terror, checking whether she had a wound, and when it was ascertained that s

He was looking at Clara. I turned my head. Clara was still standing. For a second, I thought he had missed. Then I saw it. A small, dark spot on the white fabric of her dress, right at the top of her shoulder. It grew, spreading out like a poisoned flower. She looked down at it. She seemed curious. She lifted her hand and pressed her fingers to the spot. When she pulled them away, they were shiny and red. She stared at her own blood. Then her legs folded. She didn’t cry out. She just sank, slow and graceful, to her knees on the polished floor. She looked up at Daniel, her face pale with shock.

Warm. I gasped, my hands sinking into a thick, viscous liquid. My breath hitched. The scent hit me first. Metallic. Sharp. Blood. It was everywhere. I scrambled up, my fingers coated in red, my gown soaked through. The entire floor—no, the entire room—was drenched in it, seeping from the walls, pooling in the corners, dripping from the ceiling in slow, deliberate drops. Drip. Drip. Drip. I trembled, my heart pounding against my ribs as I staggered backward. My breath came in sharp, panicked gasps. This couldn’t be real. It wasn’t real.

Chapter 24: A Twisted Reflection Evie's vision swam in and out of focus, a kaleidoscope of swirling colors assaulting her senses. The raw power of the Wellspring resonated within her, a chaotic symphony threatening to shatter her very being. Finally, with a gasp, she ripped her eyes open, a harsh, unfamiliar light burning into her retinas. She sat up, coughing and rubbing her gritty eyes, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Gone was the cavern bathed in golden light. Instead, she found herself sprawled on a cold, damp stone floor, surrounded by jagged obsidian pillars that reached towards an unseen ceiling.

anything. The feeling intensifies and feels like spikes are scarping down my spine. My skin is hanging off and I can feel it all the way down my spine. Adrian ripped my shirt open to assess the damage and he was shocked. His face paled and he looked like he was going to be sick. I can’t do anything but lay here and take the pain until it’s over. I don’t know how long passes but I start to feel woozy with all the blood loss. I look around the room and notice it’s spinning. I am feeling light-headed and I refuse to feed on Adrian. He has offered so many times but I won’t allow it. He goes to offer me again and I go to shake my head but I can’t lift it. I simply shut my eyes and drift off into

Maybe seeing me this way would turn him off, maybe then he would see me for the monster I was and finally give up this pathetic fantasy. Instead, he came closer to me seemingly unfazed, reaching his hand towards my face. I stood there unmoving and without stopping him like my head was telling me to, curious to what his intentions were. My eyes narrowed instinctively as his fingers caressed my chin moving slightly in an upward motion. The familiar tingle followed his movements. I realized he was wiping some blood away that had dripped from my mouth. His fingers lingered on my lips as I watched his eyes glow with intensity and I imagined he was witnessing mine darkening at the same time. I gra

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.

Shrill screams filled the room and my chest heaved as realization dawned on me, the broken shards of glass slipping from my hands. My eyes enlarged at the blood that trickled down a huge gash in his head. My hands shook and so did my entire body. Alexis stumbled back a few steps and slumped on the bed, his hands on his head. “See what you’ve done!” Alecia howled—still naked I should add—as she cast a scowl at me from cloudy eyes, pressing a hand to Alexis’s shoulder. Sweat pooled between my brows and I could feel myself growing sick. Heart racing in my chest, I took two steps back.

I stop, look down, and stare at the blood pouring from my side. I fall to my knees as my blood forms a puddle beneath me. The whole scene turns into utter chaos as I surrender to the darkness.

The book of angels, I haven’t even read the first page! It just disappeared. “Great! Just great.” I mumbled to myself. “Shit, shit, shit.” I muttered when I felt another bump on my throat. God, here we go again. Sprinting in panic, I went in front of the bathroom sink and held up my hair. I puked all the blood aching to be let out of my system; some have dripped down my nose as well. The blood was at its darkest this time, almost black in color. It scared me for a moment.