Winnie-the-pooh: Blood And Honey Plot Novels & Stories

Roxy said, still pulling me deeper into the trees, heading east. Her stubbornness and loyalty were going to get her killed, but I knew she wouldn’t leave me, so we started to pick up the pace into a more controlled run, being careful not to get injured. Not even a mile into the woods, we heard a high-pitched siren that was followed by the sound of dogs barking. “Blood Hounds.” “We have to move faster to try and stay ahead of them, but it's literally going to be a step ahead, so move, let's go.” Roxie yelled beside me.

“I can’t wait to start our new life here, with you and our baby… actually, babies raised in this house. Also I have been thinking, I don’t like the pack name Red Ocean, I think we should call our pack Blood Moon” I looked up at her “Why?” I asked and she smiled “Because it was after that moon that we met and fell in love, yeah we have had our ups and downs but there is no denying that you are the man made for me; the moon goddess never made any mistake when She paired us up in the heavens, it just took me a while to realise just how much I love you. That is why our new pack will be known as Blood Moon.” “It’s perfect, just like it’s Luna”

Instead, he became a model husband and father—working regular hours, taking on all the housework, and even preparing nutritious meals for me and the kids. Within three months of his care, I found out I was pregnant. One day, without warning, my body failed me. I collapsed, gasping for air as my vision blurred. Emery just stood there while watching me struggle. His expression was cold and detached. That was when the truth hit me—his so-called care had all been an illusion. Everything he had fed me was laced with a slow-acting poison. Blinded by the illusion of love, I had never suspected a thing.

It was set with a covered dish, still emitting steam, a cup that smelled strongly of ginger and honey, and two small paper parcels, each folded neatly and pressed with the physician's seal. I got to my feet and walked over to the table. I carefully opened one parcel: a small packet of a bitterly-smelling powder. I poured it into the cup of ginger and honey drink and swallowed it quickly, following it up with the contents of the other packet, two hard tablets that I choked down with the last of the liquid. I lifted the cover from the dish. Broth. Thick and hot. Warm bread lay underneath a piece of cloth. I ate it all, every last drop. I sat in front

If Enzo thought she didn’t remember how to kill, he’d find out soon enough. At dawn, they drove into the mouth of the enemy. And for the first time since the blood war began… …they weren’t running anymore. ---

The side of the truck blocked out most of my view, but I could still watch what was unfolding from the top section of the cage. Rolf had returned with his demon; the creature leaping around and pulling down men easily. Honey was nowhere to be seen in his arms now, which surprised me. The demon ripped off the men’s visors and tore at their faces, managing to dodge out of the way before others shot at him with their guns.

I'm not going to take a drink, I'm not daft, and everyone is standing around, waiting for nothing. Any man in that room could have tried to kill me and now we are all congregating early to debate who had attempted it, the worst game of chicken I've ever played. We might as well let the poisoner into our storage of red honey. The first person to bite is Queen Selene herself. I hate it. She's bold and unwavering, resolute in her actions as she enters her court. Still, in her lovely sweater dress from earlier, she trapezes across the glittering floor, her hair trailing behind her, shoes clacking on the floor.

Ace spat hair and mumbled curses under his breath as Mj just chortled short laughs and walked toward the huddled pair. Ed’s shoulders visibly stiffened as he watched the assassin approach, and Mj found it almost sweet that he leaned down to whisper small reassurances into Honey’s ear before kissing the top of her head and urging her to turn toward the approaching woman. Mj stopped a few feet from the pair and clasped her hands together behind her back, “I’m gonna need your help, but you don't have to speak if you don't want to,” Mj’s soft but sure tone seemed to be helping Honey to relax as she drifted a little further away from Ed to face Mj head on. The assassin smirked, “you can stand bac

But none of them confessed. Hours passed. My arm was tired from whipping. My shirt was covered in blood. But I did not stop. I could not stop. One of them was guilty. One of them poisoned my brother. I picked up a metal rod and placed it in the fire until it glowed red hot. I walked to the first guard again. His back was already torn to shreds. "Last chance," I said. "Confess now or I will burn you." "I did not do it!" He cried. "I swear on my parents grave. I did not!"

The next morning started like any other. By “like any other,” I mean I woke up tangled in my ridiculously overstuffed vampire princess bed, stared at the canopy for a solid five minutes while remembering that I died in my last life, and then had an internal debate about whether I was truly ready to face whatever fresh supernatural nonsense awaited me. Spoiler: I wasn’t. But hunger—or in this case, a craving for the castle’s suspiciously delicious honey bread—won over dread. ---