Troll's Blood Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

Blood of Wolf. The darkness inside the fracture shifted. And for one terrible second, something looked back

"They are testing loyalty. A traitor is revealed beneath every attack. Whoever is too quick to react is exposed. Silence follows. I study her closely. She’s no longer afraid. She’s focused. You are telling me that this was set up to drain people out, I say. "Yes," she answers. Somebody is cleaning up your house. I can feel something clinging to me. She is right. The trend becomes evident as soon as you look at it. My men missed it as they were seeking blood, not evidence. Thou art not useless, Marco mumbles. She looks him over. "I never was."

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

Each step left a faint glowing trail, like a bleeding wound on earth. From the eastern horizon, red smoke pillars rose — Alaric had begun the ritual. The sky shuddered. The moon shattered into thousands of shards. Lucien knelt, clutching a fragment of Blood Shadow, blood streaming. “Evelyn…” He whispered. “If this is our final oath, my blood will pay for this sin.” Evelyn, amid ash, looked to the red sky. The seal needed one thing — a sacrificial soul able to guide blood back to its source. She knew: if completed, no return.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

(DARK BLOOD) “ONE more thing.” Cruel and heartless, Kyle once more snaps his finger. Then they both once again are being pulled into a dark hole. Where everything of the gold, silver, luxury, and gem of the ball and the past is exchanged with the other. But this time, everything runs differently in a 360 degrees way where the mirror-like scene now reflected with Alliah’s blood and dark past. “No!”

He gawked at the shadow before him, it was starting to feel smothering, contentment wasn't there anymore, maybe it was because the darkness used to give him power, make him feel on top of the world but now, it was that same darkness that was slowly stinking the life of out of him, reminding him of the pledge he took with the devil, the path he chose when he accepted that glass of black blood. Feeling a burn on his chest, he brought his hand against his chest and clenched, his body getting heated, suddenly he coughed out a load of black blood, staining the shiny floor, his grip tightening on the hand of his throne.

His mouth doesn't move, but I can hear his voice, loud and clear. “Your last supper!” I spit, my eyes darting around expectantly but no one comes. He releases a low growl before lunging for me, claws swiping at the air, aimed at my chest. I turn on my heels and race down the alley, hissing in pain as his claws meet the skin on my back. “Just a few drops of your blood, and my senses feel sharpened,” He lets out a low growl, and I hear him lunge for me again.

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly