The House That Dripped Blood Cast Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

And after everything the scandal, her erratic behavior, the fact that she wasn’t fully stable it was the last thing he’d have done. Something cold and uneasy tightened in my chest. Without another word, I pushed past them and rushed into the house. Closing the door behind me. My footsteps echoed down the hallway, fast and uneven. “Jay?” I called. “Lena?” Silence. The entire house was dim, the soft golden lights casting long shadows across the marble floor. Everything looked… wrong. Too still. Too quiet. Then I saw what made my soul left my body. At the bottom of the grand staircase blood.

“Coroner estimates about twelve hours, but here’s the thing that’s got everyone puzzled. There’s no blood anywhere in that house. None. She was completely drained, but we can’t figure out where it went or how it happened.” I followed him up the front walk, trying to prepare myself for whatever we were about to find. I’d never been to a crime scene before, and I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect beyond what I’d seen in movies and TV shows. Detective Carver unlocked the front door and held it open for me. The house was small and cluttered in that way that said college-aged people lived here. Textbooks stacked everywhere, empty takeout containers, clothes draped over furniture like they’d bee

Suddenly, the three bodies turned into ashes and mixed with the blood. I watched this with shaken legs, holding my breath to prevent inhaling the stench of the room. I would have attempted getting into the house but I was scared of dipping my leg in the blood. Draven was nowhere in sight, neither was Karen or the other ABBADON sister. I started to step back slowly, tears slipping from my eyes. Who did this?

I didn’t know where I was supposed to go. But my feet kept moving forward, even though something inside me screamed to turn back and run. Then I saw it. A drop of blood. Dripping from the ceiling. Landing on the back of my hand. I swallowed hard and slowly lifted my face. Someone was there. Hanging from the ceiling. I held my breath. Dylan. His eyes were empty, his lips parted like trying to say something, but no sound came out. Blood dripped from the gaping wound on his neck, falling slowly, forming a crimson pool on the wooden floor below.

An hour dragged by like a blade across bone. I’d torn through the house. Literally. Guards screamed. Maids begged. Fingers hit the floor in wet thuds—pinkies first, then ring fingers, then whole hands when the lies kept coming. Blood soaked the rugs, pooled in the hallways, dripped from banisters. The smell was thick—copper and piss and fear. And still… nothing. Not one name. Not one clue. Not one single fucking coin. My hands were sticky with other people’s blood. My rings were crusted red. My chest felt like it was going to explode.

The ancient affirmation that I heard used in a clearing in the dark for a different purpose, turned now toward something it was always better suited for. Aldric looks at me again. "The last heir of the Moonblood line," he says. And then he stops. And what he does next is not in the formal script, I can tell by the way the hall shifts slightly, by the way the other elders exchange glances. He steps down from his position and he looks at me directly, just a man now, all the titles stripped away, and he says: "Forgive an old wolf who was wrong." The hall is very still.

I feel like a monster now. "Anything I can do to help." Dr. Emerson led us down a long corridor before opening the door into the lab. Towards the back of the lab the vials of blood were held. Dr. Emerson looked worried about me being around all that blood, as though I would go berserk simply knowing all that blood was there.

What should have been a forty-minute drive was forced down to half that time. The moment Luke stepped into the villa, a thick, metallic stench of blood hit him head-on. When he passed the pool, the water had already been drained. But along the edge, there were traces of dark stains of blood that were still wet. "What happened?" A servant collapsed to the floor, trembling so badly he could barely speak. After stammering for a long time, he still couldn't explain a single thing clearly.