The House That Drips Blood On Alex Novels & Stories

The courtroom reverberated with the horrible sounds of the sharpened blade plunging into flesh with relentless resolve, whilst Diana's silhouette fell gruesomely to the wooden floor in a rapidly spreading pool of blood. "Diana!" Alex's voice cracked like a whip as he rushed towards the unmoving, bloodied form. He cradled her body in his arms and felt frantically for a pulse with shaking fingers. His eyes shot up to Serena's stoic expression in disbelief. "What have you done?" he rasped in a gravelly tone thick with disbelief and horror. "You've killed her!" The footage froze on that chilling image - a distraught Alex cradling Diana’s lifeless body while Serena looked on with her expression u

his voice was deep, vibrating in the very air around us. Without a second thought, he brought his foot down. He stepped on Alex’s head with enough force to shatter stone. There was a sickening splash, and blood sprayed across the grass. Alex’s body gave one final, pathetic twitch, and then he stopped moving forever. It was over. It was a sight I’ll never be able to unsee. The ground was stained a dark, messy crimson, and the air smelled like iron. It was brutal—completely gruesome. Kaelen stood there, looming over what was left of Alex, looking more like a monster than the man I loved.

“Fine, we can give him some time. But I want you boys to keep me updated if this persists. I just wish he would have talked to me before he ran off.” We all nod in understanding and continue to eat. Alex takes a sip of his beer then sets it down. Alex is a Dhampir. Which means he’s a half-human and half-vampire. Alex is very similar in looks to Rowan. I guess it’s a vampire thing. He is tall and pale with hazel eyes. Being that he’s a vampire, he doesn’t age. He doesn’t look much older than us, which makes it hard to explain to people that he’s our foster father.

Fucking hell. Whatever this old man had been running from or toward… he hadn’t come in peace. But I kept my thoughts locked down, grunting instead, “You’re late.” Ashish grinned. “Always.” Alex chuckled, but I ignored them both. My gaze dropped again to the reddish footprints Ashish left on the wooden floor. As usual, Ashish didn’t bother explaining. Fine. I wouldn’t ask. Not yet. “The blood was a good trick though,” Alex said, squatting down and brushing a finger across the dried droplets on the floor. “That scared Athena and her lapdogs shitless.” He smirked, shaking his head. “Good fucking tactics. I almost believed it myself.”

, he informed. “Keep an eye on Maria. I want active surveillance on her 24*7”, I ordered. “Yes, Alpha” “Has Drake returned yet?” I inquired. “Yes, Beta Drake will be with you shortly” he informed. I dismiss him with the wave of my hand. Alex is Alpha blood. He knows all the tricks to remain hidden in the forest as long as he wants. I can feel the suffocating pain in my chest since he cut off the l**k.

“Is that what you call executions in the name of peace? Look at this.” The screen shifted again, this time showing Alex standing over a man, blood staining the floor beneath them. The man was on his knees, pleading, but Alex’s face was cold. Without a word, Alex raised his hand, and a beam of light shot through the man’s chest. He fell lifeless to the ground, and Alex turned away as if nothing had happened.

Emily's pov : Its been a few days ,Alex took me with him to his mansion inside the forest .I could believe what was happening to me. I had been throwing up a lot for the past few days .I had many sleepless night ,because I could not stop missing Drake .I would always think about him .He would not leave my mind no matter how hard I tried . I should hate hate right after all the things he had done to me .But I could not deny the fact that I do love him .He had made me fall for him hard and Getting hurt from the person you trust and love the most ,hurts 100 times more .Its like someone is burning you alive . I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself .I looked miserable .I had baggy ey

The joy that had dressed the hall earlier vanished like smoke, replaced by fear and judgment. James tried again to hold Alex, to steady him. “Alex, please. Please hold yourself. You need strength,” he begged. But Alex was no longer hearing. His eyes glazed, his lips pale. Then suddenly, his body convulsed. He coughed once, then again, and then a thick stream of blood gushed from his mouth, splattering on the floor. The hall erupted. “Jesus!” someone screamed. “Blood! He’s vomiting blood!” another shouted. James panicked, lowering himself quickly, pulling Alex into his arms. “Alex! Alex, look at me! Stay with me!” His voice cracked in terror.

Kill after kill, life after life, death before death, like an Ouroboros, an eternal and vicious circle and yet an electrifying feeling to Count Dracula, the dragon. Alex unlocks the door and walks into the room, her gown expressing her curves but there is no one to appreciate it except the beast and his victims. Dracula’s clothing is covered in blood, his face and hands are drenched in the blood of the scientists. He drops the last of the dismembered scientist as he sees Alex, “Get someone to clean this place up,” she gives a slight bow as Dracula walks out of the room. She checks to make sure she is alone, she goes to one of the computers and plugs in a flash drive and she downloads informa

It was Alex. What was he doing here? And why was there blood dripping from his head? He didn't seem to notice the blood that nearly ran into his eyes. He rushed to my side and stretched out a palm to feel my neck. Then his hands froze as his gaze became fixed on the drip stand. He hesitated for a moment. His eyes left the stand and scanned the room for something before landing on me again. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could utter a word, darkness descended once again, swallowing me whole.