Troubled Blood Synopsis Novels & Stories

Her mom said she didn’t say anything and just stared at her husband's coffin again. BLOOD walks out of the house because he can’t take what he is seeing anymore, he loses two brothers. He is walking when he notices a person on the bench under the tree, it’s Peace. He walks towards her direction; he knows that if it hurts them that they lose a friend---it’s more painful for Peace and Chaos parents. Peace loses a husband and what’s worst is War loses his father without even him knowing. “Peace…” He said and sat on the bench beside her.

I fell into the dark knowing one thing: I’d trusted the wrong people. Levi was dying. I was trapped. And the Blood Moon was coming. We were out of time.

~Zegulf~ Xavier pulls the cooler open and pushes a bag of blood to her, dropping the rest at my feet. She grabs onto the blood with her inhuman speed, her mouth stretched wide with the need to drink. Her fingers dig into the bag, hurriedly. She has no grace right now; she’s acting on impulse, and it shows. A spray of blood arcs away from the blood bag when she snaps down on it and shakes her head. The blood is quickly drained, and I watch her slump the empty bag to the floor. Brody rushes forward, grabs another blood bag, and gives it to her.

Phobos shows it all to me he wants me to know that there is a chance for this future that he believes no matter what, his faith will not die. "Udělej to," Phobos instructs as he clutches onto his belly hunched down grunting out in agony that I am sharing with him and I am jerked out of the shelter he created for me in my mind and am thrust back into reality as Vůdce empties a container of clotted red foul-smelling blood all over my body from head to toe. (Do it) The blood soaks through my clothes to stain my nude flesh and close my eyes shut wheezing attempting to catch my breath. I cannot discern the blood but I can smell its putrid scent and taste it. This is too much for me to handle.

She made it to the last two doors on that side of the hall to the corner. Opening the closest door to her, her heart sank when she saw that the room was empty. Walking on to the last door, Cara took a deep breath before opening the door. As the door slowly swung open, Cara was looking at the floor. Her anxiety was high. Her heart pounded and her breathing was beginning to be strained. As she stepped into the room everything was moving in slow motion. When her line of sight reached the foot of the bed she felt a sharp pain in her forehead, just above her right eye. Blood dripped down across her line of site and her vision became blurred. But still her eyes traveled up from the girls feet, slo

“Severe withdrawal symptoms... frequent hospitalizations for overdose. So that’s where she’s been. Chasing the ghost of a high while we were chasing the sun.” The irony was a physical blow. Robbin pulled back, pacing the small space between the desk and the wall. "She’s not just looking for a payday. She’s looking for back pay. She’s calculated exactly what she’s owed in blood and time." The silence returned, but it was no longer heavy; it was electric. The twenty-four-hour clock wasn't just ticking—it was screaming. The blue light of the monitors in the study suddenly felt like the cold, clinical glow of a morgue.

“Take me! I’m the one you want, right?” “Not really.” A shot rings in the air and a patch of blood covers my mother’s chest in the same place as it had thirty years ago. I run toward them, but it’s too late. Rose clutches her middle and falls to her knees, blood gurgling from her lips. A tear slides down and clings to her upper lip as scarlet red explodes from her stomach. “No,” I whisper, then roar, “Noooo!” I startle awake, my clothes sticking to my body with sweat and my pulse close to beating out of my throat.

I was too engulfed that I didn't know when I reached out to touch it. I ran my hands shamelessly on him, and he caught it roughly. "Don't do that!" He said immediately, and his brows became wrinkled as his expression hardened. "The part which you thread is dangerous," he said, running his hands on my lips. "And I would like to explore it," I said immediately, holding onto his hands. I didn't know what I was doing and if this was desperation, but I wanted to be free tonight. Dora would be proud to know I bagged a man, and that I was getting over my depression phase.

The girl slid closer to Mia, eager to share gossip, "Apparently a few months ago, Mr. Arisen was all set to marry a girl for love. Only, she ended up suiciding right before the wedding. It was all over the news." "Why would she suicide?" Mia asked. "A lot of stories were circulating. According to some people, it was a suicide, but a lot of people believe Robert Arisen murdered her in cold blood and then threw her off the balcony." The girl told. Mia gasped. It was hard to imagine her boss to be a cold-hearted murderer. But then, it wasn't like she knew him personally or anything. The girls went back to work and soon forgot about the whole conversation, while Robert sat in his office chair un

Muzzles lifted, iron glinting. Chaos reopened like a wound. Bullets screamed, metal collided with metal and brick, and the world contracted to the hot, violent geometry of danger. Travian launched himself over Soren—both falling hard behind a dented dumpster—wood splintering where the shots punched through. Sharp fragments rained and skittered across the concrete. Soren clung to Travian, burying his face against a blood-wet shoulder, shaking with a sob that was equal parts fear and release. “Travian—please—we can’t fight them all—we’ll die—” His words were a pleaded confession.