Troubled Blood Synopsis Novels & Stories

The blood from Corvin flows across the dirt and corrupts my hands where they press into the ground, warm and sticky, seeping between my fingers like an accusation. The metallic scent fills my nostrils, mixing with the earth and foliage, and turning my stomach. I stare at the red staining my skin, unable to look away from Corvin’s lifeless form crumpled a few feet away, his eyes still wide with final terror. Lucian stands over me, his shadow long and oppressive. “Get up, Mother. We have much to discuss about your little change of heart. The twins are waiting.” I remain on my knees for a moment longer, tears mixing with the blood on my hands as the full horror settles over me.

Blood didn’t mind adding another soul to their list but Young was doing his best not to attract unwanted attention to Asha. Once he left her sleeping, he popped into the shadows of the officer’s home to find him walking in the door from his overnight shift. Despite being obviously exhausted, the man grabbed a beer from his fridge and sat at his dining table with every file of those vile men, reading through every last report. If it wasn’t for Young’s renewed restraint, thanks to the few hours he had with Asha, Blood would have ‘solved’ their police issue by making the innocent bystander go missing. His demon half made it especially difficult when it was clear Officer Bowen had exclaimed in t

"How? Do you mean Zach Howe? That useless trust fund brat? Has Ethan completely lost his mind? Has Tara eaten away at his brain? Associating with someone like him? Haha! Well, it won't be long before Ethan's name disappears from society entirely." Zach was not just a spoiled rich kid. He was dangerous and had blood on his hands. Ethan playing in his territory would leave nothing but scraps of bone behind. "Aren't you even a little curious why he's doing this?" "I'm not curious. His business isn't mine. Alright, I've got things to do. Hanging up now."

The tension in the opera corridor was a live wire ready to snap. Two brothers, both heavily armed and ready to kill, stood locked in a stalemate, fighting over the woman they had simultaneously betrayed and relied upon, only to discover a deeper treachery originating from their own mother. "She goes nowhere with you, Santino," Marco snarled, pulling his gun free and pointing it dangerously toward the ceiling. "She belongs to me. She is a Moretti asset."

It was different from their world where the day and night differs. "It would be hard for Steve and his family to roam about now. He dare not come out when it's sunny" "You also realize that we can't change when it's day, Alpha" "I know. It would be possible when we've found the lost blood" Elon smirked. His omega, Dean, stared at him with a confused expression. "Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?"

angry and scary year, how can any robot get angry, Author:: You Dumbo Harshal, he is not a robot at all, what are u doing when god is giving Brains to humans,, You first read the intro of my third chapter then u will know how Mr.Pankaj is,... Harshal:: I m not dumbo, he is not a robot then why can't he feel any pain, and y I would the intro of him .my dad said about him. so I don't need to read okay,... Author:: Fine then let me tell you, He is a very ruthless person and a most brilliant Charted Accounted also so be careful. he is silent means, Strom is on his way, hehe be careful and be safe, bye-bye

Nina always seemed loyal to me, but it was often those who seemed the most loyal on the outside who wound up cheating the most. As I slowed and came to a stop, the moon came out from behind a cloud overhead and illuminated the red, sticky blood on my hands. Matt’s… Nina’s… No. It was my blood. I looked down, shuddering at the sight of it: a large gash in my abdomen. I couldn’t be entirely sure if it happened during the fight or during my mad dash through the woods, but it didn’t matter. I was losing a lot of blood. A lot…

As she cradled his head, her hand was covered with sticky blood. 'How could there be so much blood?!' "Tristan, wake up!" she pleaded repeatedly, but there was no response. As she struggled to lift Tristan, her dress became smeared with blood. As Sophie struggled to stand and call for help, the restroom door suddenly swung open. A woman entered, her eyes widening in shock as she beheld Sophie, covered in blood, the crimson stick lying nearby, and Tristan hanging limply in her arms. "Murder!" she screamed.

"I made a promise to my fiancée to always give my best. At least not get Mr. T or Mr. Zever in big trouble. But now... that promise is broken. The blood that was wasted, can't be replaced with anything." Travis pressed a deep face. His statement made Rose realize... a great gulf lay before them. There was no telling what the doctor would say once he got out of the place that Rose found so threatening. She tried to recall some of the facts Travis had revealed moments ago. About the blood and its rarity. The longer Rose dug into what she'd forgotten, the more options and hopes emerged. "No, Travis. You can still keep your promise," Rose argued slightly followed by a bright twinkle. "You said y

"I... I saw her head toward the loading docks, Alpha..." Tristan shoved him aside and ran. As soon as he pushed through the service doors, the stillness of the night hit him. And then he saw it. Under the flickering streetlight, a dark red stain was smeared across the concrete. Tristan’s pupils constricted. He crouched beside the pool of blood, his fingertips grazing the surface. It was still warm. A shiver of pure, primal dread surged through him. Just inches away lay my handbag, its contents spilled out like a broken promise.