The Bloody Nine Novels & Stories

Natalina's POV The sheets were a tangled mess, so it was all too easy to picture what had happened just moments before. I took a deep breath and looked at Antonio Ragusa, doing my best to stay calm, "Didn't we have an agreement, Antonio? You can play around all you want, but you're not allowed to bring them home. "Besides, you clearly know what day today is." Antonio chuckled indifferently and struck a match to light a cigar. "There was a shootout downtown last night. It wasn't safe, so I brought her home to lay low."

Rather he and his men saved her. Bright light flooded the room and Rosy pulled the duvet down to see a very furious Sergio glaring down at her. “What happened? Who was that?” She stammered at him. Instead of answering, he withdrew a military knife from his waistband. Still staring hard at Rosy, he slid it across his palm and Rosy gasped in terror. She tried scrambling away from him but he was faster. He caught her by wrist and in one swift motion sliced her palm, droplets of her blood ruining the bed covers.

He whispered very softly. That was right before the doors of the ballroom blasted open with a loud Bang. The entire crowd, including me and Alex, turned towards the source of the sound. Damon. Damon stood in the door opening, two knives protruding from his chest. Blood covered his chest, dripping on the ballroom floor. There was a head wound on the side of his face. Keddrick and two other guys were next to him. The four men looked absolutely furious but Damon.... Damon looked like the devil himself. His eyes were pitch black and his razor sharp fangs were bared. Blood covered his chin and hands and it was quite evident that he just killed people.

Tears of gratitude welled in her eyes as she rushed towards them, their embrace a testament to their shared survival. In the aftermath of the explosion, the group stood together, their bodies trembling with a mixture of shock and disbelief. They stared at the remnants of the house, the fire still crackling and devouring what was left. It was a scene of destruction, a visual representation of the evil they had fought against.

Balls And waves of red hot fire and golden flames flew like raindrops, knocking its target. The patrols fought for their lives, slashing and trusting their spears and swords to the enemies. Bong and Bato were fighting back to back a black wolf but suddenly the grasses on their feet grew and wrapped them. They helplessly cut the grasses but they just keep growing. Seizing the opportunity, the wolf lunged at the both of them and bit their head off. Bato's perfectly round and shiny head rolled on the ground and was squashed to pulp by a Reaper. Rila stared in horror at her friends. She picked a dagger from her hips and threw it on the plant Badblood. The dagger sunk perfectly on the forehead.

They only fought to defend themselves, and their closest allies. Our current Alpha, Alpha Lennox, was strong, though not nearly as strong as Zeron was, just, and kind. He had three sons and one daughter. Jax, Pat, Sal, and Haven. Jax was 17, just like I was, Pat was almost 16, Haven was 12, and Sal was 5.

I shushed her down instantly. “He’ll wait for me.” I heard her stomp her feet and then stop walking. I looked over at her and chuckled at her face full of sheer disappointment like she believe her eyes right now. “Everleigh, nothing will happen. He’s just…” I walked over to her and held her hand. “… a dog.” “A werewolf, Luna.” she really emphasized the word werewolf at that point. “A werewolf?” The both of us jumped in shock at the sudden appearance of two men with the same clothing as us. A black heavy cloak with a red diamond sword symbol on the left. A sign of a Valentin-Octavian Sanguine member.

“The woman's condition was quite pathetic, her hands and feet were handcuffed, and she looked shabby. The incident finally happened, making us realize that the injection of Prince's blood has had quite a negative effect." "Due to being too rebellious, that woman ended up getting hurt. Blood dripped from her wrist. Instantly the smell of Lily of the valley's flower was overpowering. I lost control. Meanwhile, Iki covered his nose tightly." “I unconsciously attacked the woman, biting her neck and sucking her blood quickly. I ignored her shrill screams, or rather I didn't hear her, my ears suddenly went deaf." "Eventually I was thrown and hit the wall hard. Benedict did it. He looked at me blan