Wow Blood Of Innocents Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bloodshed. ***

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.

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

The wounds on her body immediately became visible. Whip marks. Bruises. Torn skin. All of them still looked fresh. Robert looked at her in silence. His face remained calm. But deep inside his eyes, something trembled—something he had never allowed anyone to see. Pain. Guilt. Yet the man said nothing. “Lie down.” Once again, Rossa simply obeyed. She walked toward the bed and lay down face down. Her wounded back was clearly exposed before Robert. The man took a bottle of antiseptic from the small table beside the bed.

***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.***

And just as the boy stood to look at his victim, I took mine. His body went limp in my arms as I drained his life force from him, his blood tasted sweet and pure. It oozed from the puncture marks in his sides where my claws had made contact as I tackled him from behind. His tiny frame was no match for my wolf, and the savagery of the attack. The ground around us stained with blood, drinking until there was nothing left. I dropped him on the ground, running as fast as my legs would allow. One day after becoming this vile creature, I had murdered two innocent people.

“What you’re doing is illegal.” “So is sucking the blood from innocent humans!” Jo retorted. “Or at least it used to be! Before President Crimsoncrotch and his cronies took office. Look. At. Me.” Slowly, the monster lowered his arm, revealing the steel grey eyes that assured Jo one pull of her trigger would end him. She didn’t hesitate. As he opened his eyes to make another plea for his life, her finger flinched, pulling back the tiny piece of metal that let fly a larger projectile, this one exploding between his eyes and leaving him staring into her own blankly for a half a second before he dissipated into a pile of black ash, mingled with piss.

My bow and quiver dropped from my hands as I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth, "What the hell..." His sightless eyes stared up at the ceiling as a pool of blood spread out beneath him. The candles placed around the body gave the macabre scene an eerie glow. Stepping closer, I saw the his hands were bound with coarse rope, deep grooves cut into his wrists from struggling against his bonds. As I stared at the his still form, rage began to boil up within me, mingling with grief. This innocent life had been cut short for some madman's game. Who would do this? Who would kill such an innocent victim... again?

This is the second time Lydo is using such a lethal fluid on Lucas. This type of toxic, not even alpha Jones could withstand it. It burns any werewolf from within and will drain every strength in them. Lucas manages to raise his head. “I will kill you,” he muttered slowly. Lydo breaks into a scornful laugh repeatedly. She tilted her chin and sank the needle of the syringe into Lucas’ neck releasing the blood of the dead werewolf into his system. INSIDE THE WOODS Detective White was surrounded by a dozen of fully transformed werewolves. He turned pale in horror at the sight of the ferocious beasts of the moon.