Troll's Blood Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

The Blood Mirror pulsed violently. It looked like a giant, floating heart. The dark red glow grew brighter. It turned the catacombs into a thick sea of blood. My blood flowed along the runes. It poured into the ancient glass. Through the blinding pain, I felt my life fading away. Ashen cracks spread across my pale skin. My veins bulged like black vines. "Finally!" Tania smiled in excitement. "Now everyone will see this traitor's true colors!"

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

The moon bleeds red over Hollowshade tonight, its crimson light seeping through the stained glass windows of my throne room like spilled wine. I can taste the shift in the air bitter, metallic, carrying the scent of approaching storm and the copper tang of violence yet to come. It's like the moment before a blade is drawn, when the world holds its breath and waits for the first drop of blood to fall.

“Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.” The phone buzzes again on the desk, another update coming in, and my pulse jumps. I grin. “Move everyone,” I say. “Tonight.” “Rules,” Lena asks. “There are none,” I say. “Only the hunt.” I picture Eli Blackwood boxed in by noise and lights and fragile lives, and my hands curl into fists. “I am not a coward,” I say softly. “And I do not care who dies learning that.”

Just the empty, rain-soaked street. She swallowed hard and whispered into the dark, her voice trembling. “What do you want from me?” Thunder rolled across the sky, deep and endless. And then, from somewhere far beyond the trees, faint, but just clear enough to make her blood run cold, came the sound of a wolf’s howl.

Damon catches it instantly. Without breaking stride, he drives it straight into the troll’s chest. The creature lets out a monstrous snarl, its entire body jerking. Damon rips the wood out and plunges it in again, deeper. Dark blood gushes out. Right where a heart should be. The troll’s roar dies into a low, broken sound as its massive body sways… then crashes to the ground with a heavy thud that shakes the earth. Silence follows. Damon steps back slowly, his chest rising and falling steadily. Then he lifts his hand slightly, signaling Alec.

It's worse than I imagined. A jagged scar cuts across his ribs, but it's not just a scar. The flesh is blackened and twisted, and within it, something glows—a deep, pulsing red light like embers in dying coals. The mark is shaped like a broken moon encircled by thorns, and as I watch, shadows writhe beneath his skin, spreading out from the mark like roots. "This is the Bloodwraith Mark," he says, his voice hollow. "My father tried to break a sacred bond, and Vorrak punished our entire bloodline for it. This curse turns emotion into hunger. The stronger I feel, the more dangerous I become. And with you…" He shakes his head. "Everything I feel is amplified a hundredfold. Your fear feeds me. Yo

Julian held the door open, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “Hang on, Lisa,” Toby whispered into my ear as the engine roared to life. “Just hang on. We’re not losing her. I won’t let the darkness take her.” As we sped down the gravel track, the red tail lights of the car the only light in the black mountain, I felt a final, terrifying contraction. I looked out the window at the disappearing silhouette of “The Anchor,” and for the first time, I didn’t see a lantern. I saw a house of glass, and it was shattering

Soon, the butler led in two large black dogs. Connor tossed the bundle in his hands onto the ground in front of them. The dogs caught the scent of blood. Excited, they dragged out the remaining limbs and began to tear into them. I lost control and rushed forward, trying to take Jamie back–but the butler held me tightly in place. I screamed at Connor, my voice breaking, "Connor! That's your son! He was torn apart by dogs–how can you feed him to them again? Are you even human?!"

He said trying to convince her. "What! I mean don't you think it's too early." Annie said looking tensed "It's okay they would have to accept my choice because I have given my heart to you already," Jessie said with confidence. Jessie was also a werewolf from the black moon pack, his father is the alpha of the pack. Jessie was raised in a wild way his dad would always say to him "you are the son of an alpha and one day you will rule over when am no longer alive. And in other for you to be able to govern your people, you need to be wild my son".