The Corrupted Blood Incident Novels & Stories

Flipping to the first page she skimmed the text. 'Vampiric entities exist in cultures across the world. Hysteria follows the legends of these phantoms, causing mass burnings and hangings of suspected vampires. Every culture has its own lore regarding vampires. These malevolent spirits would contaminate the living by biting them and drinking their life force to sustain their own.' This gave Layla pause as she remembered Atreus' elongated canines. She chewed her lip softly as she read on.

It smelled like rotten blood mixed with a bitter scent that could easily be tagged as magic. He followed the trail through thick brush until the pack emerged in a small clearing. The smell hit them hard at one point as they saw a wolf body lying in the dirt. It was one of their soldiers, but the death wasn’t the worst part; the corpse had been carved open. There were strange symbols cut into the flesh. There were dark twisting runes burning faintly, and Rowan stepped forward cautiously. “What in the moon’s name…” Kaelen’s wolf growled low. “This is witchcraft.”

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.

He was changed after betrayal. "A-aron pl-please." She pleaded when his canines moved towards her neck and in a swift his canines inserted inside her skin. She screamed at the pain but he was busy draining her blood. She felt dizziness in her mind as she was already very weak and she had lost her precious blood too. After pulling out his canines from her skin mercilessly he moved towards the area under her ear and inserted his canines. Alaina couldn't scream at that as she had lacked of energy. But she was continuously trying to push him away but to no avail. He after licking the spot to clean the blood get up from her.

Marcus threw a punch that would've shattered concrete. Charon caught it with one hand. "Not enough." He twisted. Marcus's arm snapped like a twig. Jack roared. The corruption in his veins pulsed, and for a moment, he didn't fight it. He let the entropy power surge through him—chaotic, destructive, but devastatingly powerful. His fist connected with Charon's chest, sending the assassin flying across the helipad. Before Charon could recover, Jack was on him, raining down blows fueled by corrupted Origin Blood.

It's smell was the same: metallic and pungent. Why is her blood gold? Was it her blood? Of course it is hers. Reapers don't bleed on any weapons forged in the earth. It must be hers. But why it is golden and not scarlet? She had countless cuts and wound in all her life, all over her body and she bleed scarlet red blood, not until now. The thoughts were painful as knives cracking her head. Serra found herself on the sea of horrifying eyes and faces, all locked at her and Maria. They stood like statues, stunned on what just happened, their brain processing the horrifying event, hearts beating in melodic rhythm; fast and deep.

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Mocking me. “How the hell does pig blood end up inside Chiara’s house?” “We aren’t completely certain yet, Alpha,” one of the Zetas answered carefully. “But the laboratory suspects the sample was corrupted through sorcery.” I turned so violently the investigator nearly stumbled backward. “Sorcery?” A dangerous growl tore from my throat. “You’re telling me a witch did this?” My grip tightened around the edge of the counter until the marble cracked beneath my fingers.

He really means it. The peace, however, was violently shattered by the harsh light of midday. The illusion of safety dissolved the moment royal guards marched uninvited into Alistair's private quarters, bearing cold, official summons from the high council. Elder Malakor and a panel of hostile elders demanded our immediate presence, claiming an emergency tribunal regarding the magical breach and the fire that had nearly consumed the west wing.

I just stared at him coldly. His expression shifted. "It... it was just a small misunderstanding. Scarlett loves me. She can be a bit impulsive..." "Impulsive?" My voice began to tremble. "She whipped me with silver, forced me to drink filthy beast blood, and nearly corrupted my bloodline forever. You call that impulsive?" Corvus looked away. "She... she didn't know. It was a mistake. Besides," he added, unable to meet my eyes, "you're fine now, aren't you?"