Novel & Cerita The Blood Of Monsters Dramione

My wolf inside me stretches as the pack begins to grow. I look at Caleb with his face paling and his eyes widening. I look over at the black cycles. My gun is still there. Caleb doesn’t have his gun either. Staring at the guns, something inside me clicks, werewolves don’t use bullets. Someone set us up, and that someone is still around watching our every move. "Back off Dana!" A buff, shimmering dark-skinned male appears from a building to the right. I don’t know the voice before I recognize the face.

“You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.” “Moonblood?” She nods. “Yes. The first of their kind was born under a red moon. It altered their chemistry, from what I read. Their powers are similar to the moon goddess.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach, chest tightening. “What happened to them?” “They were wiped out.” She flips the page. “These clan of wolves didn’t live among regular wolves because they were hated, envied for their strength. We heard that regular wolves tipped off human hunters, and every single one was killed.”

I close the journal before finishing reading it, but my head still throbs with pain. I reach trembling for the glass on the table next to the armchair, but it shatters along with the water in it. The sound of the shattering makes my ears ring so much that I didn't hear Damon coming down the stairs. He approaches me with Taylor, taking my hands in his. The image of the terrified people around me, my hand covered in blood, but also the screams in the background, cloud my vision, and everything turns black.

But it seemed as though the feeling only lasted for a few brief seconds before Miren saw what was going on behind the clear glass. Dylan was being clung to by enormous monsters with monstrous shapes that wanted to eat him alive and stuff him into their stomachs. Because their arms are both large and long, a single stroke is sufficient to create an extremely large hole in the location where their arm previously rested. The feeling of dread returned to Miren's chest, and she snatched her bracelet and yelled before it passed out of her hands. In that very instant, all she wanted was to be able to witness Dylan emerge from the mass of dead bodies that were lying on the ground unharmed.

" Jared asked nonchalantly noticing his pale blueish skin and his unsteady breath. "I'm fine, I just need a little rest," Dreymon replied, on the brink of death a year ago he was saved by Jared who offered his blood to help heal him from his fatal and life-threatening wounds, unknown to him of the monster he would become he gratefully accepted the offer mistaking Jared as an angel sent to save him from the clutches of death. Like Jared, he needed a constant supply of human blood to keep him alive and sane, a day or two without blood would drive him to the point of insanity and rampage, it was the price he had to pay for cheating death and believing the sincerity of Jared.

They were shaking violently, but I could still feel the hum of that strange, massive power vibrating beneath my skin. Where did that strength come from? I thought, my heart hammering against my ribs. I don't even have my wolf yet. How did I just overpower an Alpha? "Oh, Moon Goddess," I whispered, staring at the blood. “Jake? Are you okay?” “I’m not fucking okay! You just threw me on a table and now I’m fucking dying!” He groaned in pain. “I’m sure it’s not a big… problem. You can heal right?” “Arrrgghhhhh!” He groaned in pain, his face pale as he clutched his bleeding stomach, unable to move without screaming.

Blood seeped through the fabric, warm against my shaking hands. I swallowed hard. “Okay. First step: stop bleeding. Second step: don’t panic. Third step: find magical vampire first-aid kit.” A drawer slid open with a loud shunk. I yelped. “BRENDA! That is NOT helping!” Inside the drawer sat a crystal bottle full of thick dark liquid. I stared. I blinked. I stared again. “…Is that blood?” The lights flickered once. Yes. “Is it vintage? Like… does blood expire?”

Brynn was still covered in splattered blood, but she could hardly care about it now. Not when this monster was standing before her. "You, you did this, you bastard!" Brynn cursed Damon, whose face was contorted in a scowl. "You're a monster." "Oh, love, you haven't seen anything yet," he said, as his hand moved to brush through her hair. However, Brynn pushed his hand away from her. Her body shuddered with hatred for this man. He was a sick individual, and she wanted nothing to do with him, not even to touch him.

He questioned, pissed and annoyed that he had ended up being a betrayer as well. “Tsk!!! Patience, Cruz.” Damon responded in a tone that never sounded like his. “Watch and learn.” He added and dragged in a handful of fresh air. “Can you smell it, Fred? Victory lingers in the air.” He added, his lips parting in a bright smile. Cruz’s fingers tightened around Eleanor’s shoulders the second he saw Lena lying on the floor, lifeless. Her inside scrapped out. Monsters! These duo were monsters. “What do you want with us? Why do you have Nimah?” Eleanor questioned, her voice quivering badly as the coldness spread. Her eyes were stinging with tears.

Veronica's POV: My heart pounded in my chest as I turned to face Draco, his eyes now consumed by a bottomless void of darkness. Fear gripped me, for I knew what this meant - his insatiable thirst for blood had taken hold of him. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to escape the imminent danger that lurked within the once gentle soul of the man that just saved me. My heart raced wildly as I recalled the legends and myths surrounding vampires, their eyes turning black in the throes of bloodlust.