The House That Drips Blood On Alex Novels & Stories

He then sighed, walking over to the couch. “ Fine then….I guess we'll just let them get married then.” My eyes snapped open immediately.“ Who's getting married?" Alex waved me off, propping his legs on the table.“Oh…nothing you should worry yourself about. You've moved on already.” I jumped out of the bed, forgetting there was a tube still attached to my wrist. It pulled on the drip stand, everything toppling to the floor along with the pint of blood. I stared at the burst bag, blood spreading on the floor and soaking my shoes.

Alex said, his voice carrying a warning tone. “Okay.” As she covered the small pool of blood, she gave herself a mental slap. Why would she be so bothered about Drake Blunt being in danger? She didn’t like a single thing about him. So for the sake of being slightly human, she prayed that he wouldn’t get suddenly killed. Besides, if he happens to be suddenly murdered, how would she get her revenge? Hence, the little prayer. “Make sure you dispose of this…” Alex’s sentence paused as his eyes scanned the small jar with disgust. “… this, abomination.”

“That’s officially creepy.” “The ring is here,” Lucien murmured. “She sealed it inside.” “How do we open it?” “Blood.” “Of course it’s blood,” I muttered. “It’s always blood. Nobody ever tries passwords.” He turned to me, eyes glowing faintly. “You opened our tomb. You woke me. She listens to you.” I blinked. “She likes me because I didn’t scream. That’s not consent, it’s pity.” He extended his hand. “Lend me your blood, Miss Hale.”

“I’m not… done… fighting…” Veeraj stepped over him, his smirk cruel, his gun still smoking. He turned back to me, his gaze hungry, his voice dripping with venom. “Now he bleeds. Now he learns. And you—” He shoved me back onto the pillows, his body caging mine. “You will finally be mine.” Tears streamed down my face, my arms thrashing weakly against him. “Don’t—please—don’t—” Alex coughed blood, crawling through it, his fingers clawing against the floor. His voice cracked, broken but loud enough to shake the walls.

Alexander dropped the bloodied blade onto a table at the entrance of the room and pulled open the door, uncaring about the crimson fingerprints he left behind. Alexander stared in the mirror above the sink, he’d escaped the gory affair without getting blood on his face and he silently praised himself. The blood on his hands and arms swirled in the sink till it disappeared down the drain and only when the water finally ran clear did he shut off the tap.

Well I don't have much time to seek the answers. Suddenly Alexander rose on his four legs,blood is dripping from his wounds tainting the floor in red.Adrian,who is approaching me slowly doesn't notice him and next Alex pounces upon him pushing him down and ripped a chunk of flesh from his stomach.Adrian falls limp on the floor but its temporary,the man isn't made to be killed by a single shot or Alex would had done it long ago. "Come on Mommy you're scared of this mutt.You know well who will have an upper hand if he challenges you or try to threaten us unlike the pathetic excuse of

"For every tear you shed, I will bleed." I watched him mutilate himself, the blood staining his hand red. Then I let out a soft, cold laugh. "Who are you performing for?" Alex froze. "My hands are broken," my voice was as cold as the arctic. "Just like our child is dead." "Do you think your blood can change any of that?" Alex knelt on the floor and sobbed, his voice raw with anguish.

"Are you out of your damn mind?! How can you even ask that after turning to drugs and alcohol to escape your problems, and when that wasn't enough, resorting to beating Mom and Alex?! How could you?!" He took a step back – a wise move – because if I got my hands on him, it wouldn't end well for either of us. Alex's nightmare of finding me in a pool of blood might just come true, and I wouldn't allow anyone else's blood but his to stain the pavement.

Two men struck me across the torso, sending me crashing into the cold metal, vision spinning, breath leaving me in sharp, painful gasps. Irvine stepped closer, gun trained on Alexander, her lips twisting into a cruel smirk. “Put her back! Now. I want all of her blood. Do you understand? My mother will live again because of her blood.” My head swam. The room tilted. The cold apparatus from before glimmered in the corner, a machine designed to drain me, to take everything. My body refused to obey. Every movement felt like moving through molasses. Alexander’s voice was thunder in my ears. “Summer! Stay with me! Fight it! Don’t—”

, maybe someone might die or an Alpha, the usual Alpha drama. I will just have to lay low for the rest of the night, keep a low profile and try my best to not have any drinks containing alcohol, the last thing I need is to be on the blacklist of most of the Alphas and more especially the Alpha of the Blazepelt Pack; I love being alive you know. Alpha Jaxon Ryker is the type of person that is normally in your nightmares and has a huge sword covered with blood. People call him the blood-stained alpha because he has taken the lives of different werewolves, and he has the biggest pack territory than any other pack.