The House That Drips Blood On Alex Novels & Stories

In a well furnished office,Alex is sitting down on his chair,a woman dressed corporately was standing before him,her arms outstretched, blood dripping from her veins. After ending the call,he looked at the lady before him, seeing the sight of blood dripping from her veins made him thirsty again but he needed to pick Mariana from the hospital."This is all for today"he said clapping his hands which brought the lady back to reality.she was confused like"what was she doing in their CEO's office.she was still in a state of dilemma when Alex beckoned her smiling wickedly."come closer"he whispered seductively,his sea blue eyes staring intently at her.

I said and heard as if someone is choking, I looked behind me. " No! " I said running towards Xenia. " Madame Xenia No! " I searched her pocket for anything that might heal her deep injury. I did that?? " Looking for cure? The only thing can heal her is this. " Alex spoke as I try to stop her bleeding, I stared at his hand. He is holding a small bottle with a dark liquid. " It's the blood of the first Vampire even exist, ME! " He said with big laughter before he drops it, breaking it with his foot.

They had their mates to think of, so that would be a form of disrespect. I was still in control, even in human form. I bent down and scooped Alex up, who groaned from the contact. “It's ok, I'm going to get you to Leona. I can smell the wolfsbane. It seems as if they are using it as a weapon.” I said, trying to get Alex to relax. He coughed and groaned while shaking his head. “I-I fucked up. I hated you for not trying to change. I was providing information to a rogue about your health. They wanted to-to…” Alex started coughing, when I looked down, I noticed that he was coughing up blood and my eyes became wide.

The silence that follows is heavier than any noise: it screams everything that words refuse. Alexandre lies on the tiled floor, his shirt open, a dark stain spreading under his neck. He does not move. His breath is weak, like a sheet barely lifted. Beside him, a tipped glass greens the light; a pool of liquid blends with something more terrible. Alexandre's face is pale, his features frozen in an expression that belongs only to those who have given so much that they seem to fade away.

He slowly got up from the soft mattress and put his feet on the cold wooden floor. He silently drags his feet out from their bedroom. He tried to not make any noise especially his footsteps. He checks where the sounds were coming until he stops in front of his stepbrother's room. He checks if his doorknob was locked but it's not. He slowly opened it and horror came into his face when he saw Alexer hovering the body of a helpless woman. Blood splattered on the wall in his room of his innocent victim. He keeps sucking her blood from her neck until she became lethargic.

Luciano DeMarcus, Leonardo’s distant cousin, a minor player in the family—but still ours. And then—Gabriella Vitale, Alessandro’s niece, a woman who had never been involved in the war, never part of the strategy, never meant to be caught in this. She had been left in the wreckage of the attack—a message. One that meant Elena wasn’t just playing for power. She was playing for pain. And that meant she had just signed her own death sentence. Leonardo stood beside me in the estate’s war room, the map of Milan spread before us, the details of the attack now evidence.

On the floor in the middle of the room was mum in a pool of blood, her blood and Cheryl kneeling beside her crying with her hands stained with blood. " Adam " she called out again with a choking sound. I didn't know what to do. I had feared this. I should have helped earlier. With every once of strength in me I fell to the ground on my knees as the tears I didn't want to shed started falling without my consent. The only thing on my mind at this moment is death. " Hi bitch " I rolled my eyes and closed my locker before coming face to face with Alex who I must say looks good today with her blue romper and black high heel boots. I brushed my hair from my face and smiled.

It was staining my clothes, and tainting the couch, and slipping into every place it could find. “ Kneel there, and don’t look behind. ” Alpha Alaric commanded his warrior. The warrior followed his orders and knelt. Once I had filled a quarter of the glass, I handed it to him. He took it, without remorse, without any ounce of gratitude, and walked towards his warrior before handing it to him. “ Drink this. ” He ordered. “ Alpha, this is— ” “ Right now. ” He left no room for argument. The warrior drank my blood while I reached for the next glass. The moment I sensed that my blood started working on the first warrior, I felt a chunk of my life force already slipping out of my body.

“They’ll drain every drop of energy you have…right up until you die.” “That sounds disgusting,” I muttered. “It is. It ain’t pretty at all.” “So how do we get rid of them?” Alex asked, glancing around like he half-expected something to leap out of the shadows. “No way to get rid of them without seeing them first,” he said grimly. “We just need to make it to the RV.” “That’s going to be hard,” Alex said, voice tight. “Why is that, my dear pup?” he said, his tone suddenly bright again, like flipping a switch. The grin was back.