Blood Red [NOOK Book]

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Vampires in America?

Yes, they exist; Mark Davidson knows it. And what city is more likely to be stalked by them than New Orleans?

But Lauren Crow doesn't believe in vampires. Not at first. She and her friends are spending a bachelorette weekend in the Big Easy—all fun and games until a fortune-teller predicts a gruesome death. And until Lauren meets Mark, whom she finds absolutely ...

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Overview


eHeatherGraham.com

Vampires in America?

Yes, they exist; Mark Davidson knows it. And what city is more likely to be stalked by them than New Orleans?

But Lauren Crow doesn't believe in vampires. Not at first. She and her friends are spending a bachelorette weekend in the Big Easy—all fun and games until a fortune-teller predicts a gruesome death. And until Lauren meets Mark, whom she finds absolutely compelling…and quite possibly crazy. He prowls the city by night, searching out vampires. Mark is as drawn to Lauren as she is to him, and not just because she's the image of his murdered fiancée. His obsession with tracking down his lover's killer is part of a vendetta that goes even deeper than grief over his lost love.

As Lauren wrestles with desire and disbelief, sinister shadows lengthen over New Orleans.Vampires. They're threatening Lauren and her friends. And they're about to end the city's truce between the living and the undead!

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Publishers Weekly

Graham's latest is an entertaining vampire yarn set in post-Katrina New Orleans, where three women-Lauren, Heidi and Deanna-have turned up for a carefree bachelorette weekend. Once there a fortune teller shows Lauren a crystal ball image of a man calling her by name and promising "a world of blood and death and darkness." The vision, unseen by her friends, puts Lauren on her guard, convinced that someone is following her. She's doubly right: an evil vampire named Stephen is on her trail, having seen in Lauren the visage of his lost love, while a vampire hunter named Mark Davidson is on Stephen's. Soon, Lauren falls in with Mark, counting on him to protect her from the single-minded bloodsucker; as she learns more about the vampire underworld, however, she finds things aren't all they seem. This quick, dirty read makes great use of its New Orleans backdrop and its allusive story line-patched together skillfully from pieces of Bram Stoker's original and its consequent reinterpretations-though fans already steeped in vamp lit may find its charms don't outweigh its predictability. (July)

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"Graham deftly weaves elements of mystery, the paranormal and romance into a tight plot that will keep the reader guessing at the true nature of the killer's evil." -Publishers Weekly on The Unseen

"Suspenseful and dark. The culture and history surrounding San Antonio and the Alamo are described in detail. The transitions between past and present flow seamlessly, and the main characters are interesting and their connection to one another is believable." -RT Book Reviews on The Unseen

"If you like mixing a bit of the creepy with a dash of sinister and spine-chilling reading with your romance, be sure to read Heather Graham's latest.... Graham does a great job of blending just a bit of paranormal with real, human evil." -Miami Herald on Unhallowed Ground

"The paranormal elements are integral to the unrelentingly suspenseful plot, the characters
are likable, the romance convincing...."-Booklist on Ghost Walk

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460322475
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 11/26/2013
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 32,664
  • File size: 317 KB

Meet the Author

Heather Graham

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Heather Graham has written more than a hundred novels. She's a winner of the RWA's Lifetime Achievement Award, and the Thriller Writers' Silver Bullet. She is an active member of International Thriller Writers and Mystery Writers of America. For more information, check out her websites: TheOriginalHeatherGraham.com, eHeatherGraham.com, and HeatherGraham.tv. You can also find Heather on Facebook.

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Mark Davidson watched the couple at the bar, who seemed to be like any couple at any bar.

The man leaned toward the woman. She was pretty, in a tube top that displayed sculpted abs and a short skirt that afforded a long look at longer legs. She batted her lashes now and then, lowering her head, offering a shy, even rueful, smile to the man at her side. He was tall, and dark. Despite his apparent ease with her flirtation, there seemed to be a tenseness in him, a leashed energy that, to Mark, at least, suggested something wasn't quite right.

The couple laughed together, teased each other. Body language. She'd been looking for something that evening; he'd definitely been set on action.

"Another drink, sir?" Momentarily, he was distracted by the waitress, an attractive but older woman with large eyes and a nice figure. Her voice was polite but also weary, he thought. Maybe it hadn't been easy for her over the past few years.

"Um…" He wasn't sure why she was asking. He'd barely touched the beer he'd ordered earlier. Then again, they needed to make money here, so maybe it was just a hint.

"Sorry, I guess you don't," she said with a little sigh.

He had a feeling she was a native. Her accent was richly Southern. Not that New Orleans was a city where only natives could be found. It was the kind of place people simply fell in love with, as if it had a personality all its own. Of course, some people loathed the city's free-and-easy spirit, and, he had to admit, the vomit in the streets after a particularly wild night during Mardi Gras wasn't exactly a selling point. None of that mattered to him. He loved the place, the narrow streets, the old buildings and the mixture of cultures. He loved everything about the place.

Oh, yeah. He loved everything about the place, except for…

The waitress was blocking his view, he realized. He had chosen a back table, in the shadows. He was away from the jazz band playing to the far left of the bar, near the entrance. The group was great; Mark would have happily come here just to listen to them. That was one of the things he loved most about New Orleans; some of the best music in the world could be heard here, often just by walking along the streets. Young talent, fine talent, often began their careers playing in Jackson Square or right on any street corner, performing in the hope that the passersby would toss their dollars in a guitar case or a hat.

There was so much to love about New Orleans.

Like the many times he had come here with Katie…

No.

He took a long swallow of the beer in front of him, lukewarm now, and gritted his teeth. He wasn't here to walk down memory lane.

"Sure, yeah, another beer. Cold, please," he said, trying to look around the waitress. But when she moved, he saw that the couple at the bar had gone.

He leaped to his feet and dug into his pocket for a bill. He handed it to her.

"Never mind," he said, heading for the door.

"Sir, your change," she protested, staring at the fifty he'd handed her.

"Keep it," he murmured, his eyes already riveted on the door to the street.

Out there the world was bright, alive with neon, laughter and the dueling beats of jazz and rock, as the music from the bars and clubs lining the sidewalks spilled into the humid air. Flashing lights advertised all manner of drinks and entertainment; old buildings seemed to peer at the rush of people with a haunting, even if decayed, elegance, despite their cloaks of commercialism.

Men and women, groups, duos, even singles, meandered down the street, some slowly, slightly inebriated, bumping into one another as they walked. Others moved with purpose.

He didn't see the couple from the bar, and he swore bitterly to himself.

Where the hell would the man have taken the girl? It wasn't as if he had to commit murder in a darkened cemetery; he could have rented a room anywhere. Hell, he might even have a place of his own here. Where? Alone, he might have moved as quickly as the wind. But he had the woman with him, slowing him down.

"Sir?"

He turned. The waitress had followed him.

"I said to keep the change," he said gently.

She smiled. "The bartender said the couple you were watching went left. The guy talked her into a late-night cemetery visit." She shrugged, a soft and thankful glow in her eyes. "Lots of assholes trying to pick up women convince them to slip into the cemeteries at night. Risky business. Drug dealers hang out there—and worse. You take care."

"Thanks," he told her. "Thank you."

Now that he had a direction, he started running down the street. So much for thinking the guy might just opt for a hotel room or the courtyard of some nice bed-and-breakfast.

As he ran, he patted a hand against the pocket of his chinos. He could feel the vial. He was armed, as well—conventionally armed—but he knew that wouldn't mean a damned thing, given what he was up against.

He reached the cemetery. Entry at night was illegal, but he scaled the fence easily, landing with a soft thud on the other side.

As he did, he heard the laughter. They were deeper into the grounds, behind the chipping stone and plaster of an aboveground tomb, with its sad angels and praying cherubs.

"Ooh, this is decadent. Creepy, and kind of exciting," a female voice said.

"Yes. I know."

"You want to…here? Right here?" she whispered. Her voice sounded a little uncertain. Now that she had come to the cemetery, perhaps she was feeling a little bit bothered by such disrespect for the dead. Or maybe it was fear of getting caught—by the police.

"You tell me," the man answered. "Do you want to feel my lips touch your flesh?"

The girl made a sound Mark couldn't identify, and he clenched his jaw tightly, seeking to control the pain and fury that swept through him. He didn't blame the girl. She might as well have been hypnotized.

"I want. .yes…." she murmured.

Mark crept closer. There they were.

The man had stripped off his shirt. The girl was stretched out on top of one of the tombs, her bare torso glistening beneath the moonlight. The man was bent over her, his hand stroking the length of her legs, his lips teasing the bare flesh of her midriff.

"Wait, please!" There was fear in the girl's voice now.

"Too late."

"No. No!"

"You're very pretty…. We could have had so much more fun first. Excitement like you've never imagined. Too bad that tonight…well, I'm really hungry. It's been a while for me, I'm afraid."

She was gasping out another protest. She had just realized she was about to die, Mark knew, and she was trying hard to scream. But terror, as sweet as sugar in the blood, was beginning to fill her, and she couldn't choke out the agony trapped in her throat.

Now!

Mark inhaled, tensing. She would be dead any second now if he didn't act. He reached into his pocket. He sprang.

He was in terrific shape, having served with the Marines before putting in several years as a bouncer while getting his own music sold. Even so, as fast as he was, the man sensed his approach. He heard the snarl of rage before he saw the man at the tomb swirl around, ready to meet him, a horrible, twisted mask of fury on his face. He saw the mouth open, the glint of the fanglike teeth in the darkness. Oddly enough, they had a fascinating opalescent glow.

He swore softly to himself. This wasn't the same man he had been trailing with such dogged determination. It was another, no doubt equally as bad.

His heart sank. And yet.

This creature was about to kill. He had to remember justice—had to put it above revenge. He couldn't let his guard down; he couldn't falter for an instant.

Before he could reach the creature, however, the man gave a harsh laugh of amusement. "Going to shoot me?" he demanded.

"Hell, no," Mark assured him. His vial was full, and it was open. He aimed directly into the face and eyes of his opponent.

It let out a bloodcurdling cry of rage and astonishment as the holy water bathed its features. There was a flutter of shadow and darkness, a weak flapping of wings. It took off and crashed hard into a tomb.

Mark followed it. He drew the small but sharply honed stake he always carried from his pocket, then skewered the mix of shadow and substance and bat wings by the tomb.

There was a burst of misty color in the night. Dust exploding in the air, crimson with the blood of many lifetimes.

The flapping stopped. For a moment there was something of the darkened essence of a man by the grave…then there was nothing. Dirt and ash. Dust to dust.

He stood there, just staring, suddenly shaking as he broke out in a cold sweat.

Suddenly the girl started to scream. The sound jerked Mark back to reality, the here, the now. He turned. She was staring at him with wild, tearstained eyes, obviously in a state of total shock.

"Shut up," he said sharply but not unkindly.

"He was a…a vampire!" she said. She blinked in disbelief at her own words.

"Yes."

"You killed him!" she gasped. "But…he was real." She shook her head. "That's…impossible."

"I'm afraid not."

She swayed, still reeling, shaking as if she were suffering from a severe chill.

"He—he really was a vampire?"

Mark could hear sirens approaching. Someone must have heard her scream. "Yes, he was." But not the one I was looking for, he added silently.

"I don't…I can't…believe this," she said.

"We need to get out of here. The police are coming."

"Shouldn't we stay and report…um…this?"

He arched a brow at her. "You're going to report what happened here?" he asked.

She stared at him, still shaking. "Yes, but…no, it isn't real, can't be real, but…"

"It is real." He was trying very hard to be patient, but time was running out. He sighed. "They won't believe you, though. We have to get out of here."

Her jaw worked hard as she tried to form words. At last, still shivering, she said, "Get me over the wall, please?"

"Of course. Head that way."

He could move like the wind himself—college football—but she was still so stunned that he felt as if he were dragging dead weight. He had to urge her to help herself as he pushed her up the wall, then jumped to safety behind her and brought her back down on the sidewalk.

Back on solid pavement, she stared at him, shaking her head. "He was really a vampire?"

"Yes."

"No," she argued, then, "Yes," she said. She was going to need some major therapy, he thought. "You…you saved my life. I—I—oh, God, I owe you…you."

"You and I both have to get out of here. They'll think we're junkies or thieves or something," he said flatly.

"Yes, but…I need to…to thank you somehow." Her eyes were wide, frightened; she wasn't being sexual, just grateful and unsure what to do about it.

She straightened her spine, still unable to believe what had happened, but trying for proper dignity.

"My life. You saved my life. I owe you something."

The patrol cars were nearly at the gates.

"You want to do something for me?" he demanded. "Be careful. Don't go off into cemeteries with assholes you meet in a bar, okay?" He grabbed her hand. "Let's go."

He ran, pulling her along after him, and stayed with her down Canal Street and all the way to Harrah's.

"I don't even know your name," she told him.

"And you shouldn't," he said gently. "Go in there. Call a friend. Go home."

He turned and left her, suddenly exhausted, and more disappointed than he cared to admit.

He'd thought he'd been chasing…someone.

But he hadn't been. It was that simple.

He swore softly.

Damn, but there were a hell of a lot of foul beasts preying upon the world.

It occurred to him as he walked wearily back to his hotel that man himself could be considered one of them—even before the taint of pure evil touched upon him.

He stopped and looked at the roiling sky. He'd killed a murdering bloodsucker tonight. And it was all just beginning.

"I'm coming to get you. You're going to be mine, in a world of blood and death and darkness," Deanna Marin whispered darkly.

"Oh, for the love of God, cut it out," Lauren Crow pleaded.

"Seriously. Perhaps we'll open a door to another world, and demons will spring out and bring darkness and evil into this world," Heidi Weiss said, laughing, unable to maintain a low, threatening tone with the same success Deanna had managed.

Both Deanna and Heidi were staring across the outdoor table at Lauren with ridiculous grins on their faces. Of course, they were both holding drinks obtained from one of the bars here in Jackson Square, though she couldn't remember which one. Deanna's glass was in the shape of some kind of nuclear-material container and Heidi's looked like a naked man, buns, pecs and all. Perhaps due to a combination of alcohol and the atmosphere of New Orleans itself, they were suddenly eager to visit one of the numerous fortune-tellers who worked the area around Jackson Square with their tarot cards and crystal balls at the ready.

Lauren was delighted to be there—New Orleans was one of her favorite places in the world. Few locations offered such an artistic setting, with not just the visual stimuli but with the history of the area and liveliness of people filling the very air, as New Orleans did.

Tonight, however.

Maybe it was due to the one cosmo she'd imbibed, but instead of feeling light and giddy, she felt as if a strange sense of dread and darkness had settled over her.

"Lauren, what on earth is the matter with you?" Heidi demanded. "It's just for fun."

Lauren just didn't like the idea. She didn't know why—she wasn't particularly superstitious—but she had never wanted to have her cards read, let someone see her future in her palm, or receive any other kind of astral or otherworldly advice. Time, in her opinion, brought enough hardship without having to worry ahead of time about the bad things that could happen.

But she hated to be a wet blanket when they were here in New Orleans for a much anticipated prebridal shower for Heidi. Since they worked together at the graphic design company they had created after college, it had taken a lot of planning to get all their projects completed so they were free to take off together.

It was Heidi's party, and Lauren had promised herself that she was going to make sure everything went exactly the way Heidi wanted it to. But this desire to play with the occult was something new, and it was making her very uncomfortable.

"You said you would do anything at all this weekend to make me happy. Remember, you're my bridesmaid, so you're supposed to be my slave," Heidi teased.

"Why are you so bugged about it?" Deanna asked.

Lauren didn't know why, and she knew it was silly, but she really didn't want to look into the future.

"You can pick whomever we go to. How's that?" Heidi asked.

"Guys, I just think—"

"You need to do this just so you won't be frightened of a few dramatic effects and some spooky patter," Deanna said.

"I'm not afraid," Lauren protested quickly, but even as she spoke, she realized that in fact that was exactly it. She was afraid.

"Really, think about it," Deanna said. "Most of the psychics here are just college kids, trying to make a few bucks. Think of all the times we came here to draw, and how badly we needed the money people paid us for our sketches."

"I think you're forgetting the important point here. I told you. You're supposed to be my slave, remember?" Heidi said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Lauren muttered. "All right. In that case, I think we should see some kind of voodoo queen. This is New Orleans, after all."

"And do you know an authentic voodoo queen?" Heidi asked, grinning.

Lauren had to smile; she couldn't help finding a certain amusement in the question. Heidi Weiss had powder-blue eyes, platinum hair and a smile a mile wild, the kind that coerced you into a good humor whether you wanted to feel cheerful or not. That grin was a little lopsided now, but just a little. They hadn't been drinking to the point of saturation, only enough not to feel any pain.

"We can walk around, look them all over," she suggested.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 3, 2014

    Children take it someplace else

    Looking for reiews not childrens play

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2013

    Lovely

    Im not nornamally into vampire books but this one had me hooked heather graham is awesome

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 2, 2013

    I found this book rather enjoyable. I did not realize that this

    I found this book rather enjoyable. I did not realize that this was an older book that I read years ago. What I liked most was the supporting characters. They showed up in books before and after this one. The three women who were featured were rather annoying. I dislike people who do stupid things that put themselves and others in harm’s way because “they know better” than the experts.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 28, 2012

    Highly Recmmend this book

    Heather Graham, deliver's awesome book's! Want to read more book's like,Blood red.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 14, 2011

    editing

    I like Heather Grahm, and enjoy her books. This one however, was so full of typos and bad grammar that it was impossible to follow the plot. Was this book even edited before it was published? Come on people, you can do better than this.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 18, 2010

    Do not buy as eBook!

    The story was good. However, I bought this as an eBook to read on my Nook. It was incredible how many typos were in the digital version. I mean I barely could get through the book it was so distracting. If you cannot deliver a quality digital version then do not bother. I paid just as much as the next person for this book and expect to get the same editing standards as a printed book.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 15, 2009

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    Vampires Loose In New Orleans

    Blood Red is not your typical romance/thriller. It wasn't what I'd normally pick up, but I really enjoyed it. Three women are in New Orleans for a wild batchelorette weekend and find themselves the target of a vampire. The Vampire chases them and almost succeeds in killing them all, except for a tall, dark and handsome vampire chaser. At first the women don't believe his tales of vampires-until they see the evidence with their own eyes. What follows is a battle between good and evil where everyone is not what they seem. This book is a great read!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 22, 2007

    A reviewer

    This was my first Heather Graham book and it won't be my last, however I was looking for romantic suspense/horror. Nothing about it was scary even if you were alone and reading it at night. And the romance didn't really do it for me either, not like Lisa Jackson or J.R. Ward or Lora Leigh. But the story was good and well written and I did enjoy it even though it wasn't what I thought it was going to be.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2007

    A reviewer

    i loved this book. i couldnt put it down. vampires are right up my ally and the sex scenes where to die for. i highly recommend it to vampire lovers and action romance lovers alike.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    In New Orleans, close friends Lauren Crow, Heidi Weiss and Deanna Marin are enjoying a bachelorette weekend together before the countdown to Heidi¿s wedding begins. The three pals stop at a portable table near the Cathedral where Susan the fortune teller reads their future. In a crystal ball Susan shows Lauren the image of a man offering her ¿a world of blood and death and darkness¿ Heidi and Deanna do not see what Lauren saw. She is stunned when a dark smooth evil voice whispers he is coming for her. She makes a noise and the crystal ball breaks. Susan warns them to stay in crowded places fearing for Lauren. --- The vision and Susan¿s reaction convince Lauren that her feelings that someone is following her are true and not just a response to the atmosphere of the French Quarter. Vampire hunter Mark Davidson trails malevolent bloodsucker Stephen who has `seen¿ Lauren and believes she is the reincarnation of his long dead beloved. The vampire plans to reunite with her while dining on the blood of her friends. Mark plans to keep the three females safe although like Stephen he is attracted to Lauren. --- Although the lead and secondary cast members are three dimensional, this terrific vampire romance is owned by post Katrina New Orleans as the atmosphere of the city is everywhere in the exciting story line. Mark is a fascinating obstinate hero who finds love distracts his edge by taking away from his narrow single minded focus. Lauren also changes from a disbeliever to a firm understanding that vampires exist. Although no monster twists occur as Heather Graham¿s fine tale is within the BLOOD RED sub-genre norm, fans will appreciate Heidi¿s bachelorette weekend in the French Quarter. --- Harriet Klausner

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 11, 2014

    War(Updated Bio)

    Name: War(Warpaw)
    Gender: She-cat
    Age: 12 Moons(1 Year)
    Mate: Ain't nobody got time for that.
    Crush: None
    Kin: Conquest(Disowned brother. Same litter), Death(Older brother), Famine(Same litter as Death, hermaphrodite)
    Friends: Shatterclaw, OutCast, Lokideath, and Darkfur.
    Enemies: Mess with my friends and you will be one. But not for long, because I WILL eat you.
    Appearance: Gray fur with silver and white undertones. Ice blue eyes, with aqua blue around the edges. Her right ear has a nick in it and she has a few small scars around her pelt.
    Personality: Meet me, I don't bite. Hard :P
    Likes: Her friends, climbing trees, racing, and staring up at the sky. She also day dreams a lot.
    Dislikes: Her enemies, being in tight spaces, getting drenched by water, forcematers.
    Theme Songs:
    Gives You He<__>ll
    So What - Pink
    Surprise - Maria Mena

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2014

    Blizzardfur & Kits Biography

    Name: Blizzardfur. <p> Gender: &female <p> Clan: BloodClan. <p> Mate: Shadeclaw. <p> Looks: Silver, White Stripped underbelly, & Light Blue eyes. <p> Kin: Shatter {{Adoptive Mother}}, Blacklessfur {Sister}, DeadFang [Brother], Bladeclaw [Brother], IceFlare [Brother], & Darkwind [Brother]. <p> Kits; <br> DeepFlame's: Hemlockkit, Shatterkit, & Brokenkit. <br> Shadeclaw's: Icekit, & Shadekit. <p> Personality: Intelligent, Dark, & Mysterious. <p> <p> Name: Hemlockkit. <p> Gender: &female <p> Looks: Black, Deep Yellow eyes. <p> Kin: Blizzardfur {{Mother}}, DeepFlame [[Father]], Shatterkit {Sister}, Brokenkit [Brother], Icekit {Half-Sister}, & Shadekit [Half-Brother]. <p> Personality: Watchful. <p> <p> Name: Shatterkit.<p> Gender: &female <p> Looks: Small, Jagged Black & White patches, Dark Amber eyes. <p> Kin: Blizzardfur {{Mother}}, DeepFlame [[Father]], Hemlockkit {Sister}, Brokenkit [Brother], Icekit {Half-Sister}, & Shadekit [Half-Brother]. <p> Personality: Very Intelligent. <p> Name: Brokenkit. <p> Gender: T &male m. <p> Looks: Dark Brown, Blue eyes. <p> Kin: Blizzardfur {{Mother}}, DeepFlame [[Father]], Hemlockkit {Sister}, Shatterkit {Sister}, Icekit {Half-Sister}, & Shadekit [Half-Brother]. <p> Personality: Brave. <p> <p> Name: Icekit. <p> Gender: &female <p> Looks: Silver, Ice Blue eyes. <p> Kin: Blizzardfur {{Mother}}, Shadeclaw [[Father]], Hemlockkit {Half-Sister}, Shatterkit {Half-Sister}, Brokenkit [Half-Brother], & Shadekit [Brother]. <p> Personality: Quiet. <p> <p> Name: Shadekit. <p> Gender: T &male m. <p> Looks: Dark Gray, Dark Silver paws, & Dark Violet eyes. <p> Kin: Blizzardfur {{Mother}}, Shadeclaw [[Father]], Hemlockkit {Half-Sister}, Shatterkit {Half-Sister}, Brokenkit [Half-Brother], & Icekit {Sister}. <p> Personality: Couragous.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2014

    Kirby and Fluff's bios

    Name: Kirby/Fluff <p>

    Age: 6 moons <p>

    Gender: Female/Male <p>

    Clan: BloodClan <p>

    Rank: Apprentice <p>

    Mentor: Silvrfang and Aspen for both of them. <p>

    History: As kits, they lived with their father, Meta, getting occasional visits from Aspen and Mint, their aunts. Soon, Mint was pregnant so she stopped visiting. Meta got really sick, but Aspen didn't know because she didn't visit anymore after she became leader. When they found BloodClan and left their friends Tiff and Tuff, Silverfang was all they had, because Aspen counld't and refused to take care of them. They now are throughly ignored by most cats, and one day want to get as important as Aspen and Silverfang. <p>

    Heros: Fluff's is Silverfang, for his quiet determination. Kirby's is Aspen, for her rad abillity to ROCK npand get really respected and stuff. Also, for her ability to fight. <p>

    Crushes: no and no. <p>

    Looks: Fluff is a small silvery tom with large brown eyes and a really fluffy tail. He has a yellow collar with two or three teeth. Kirby is a small she-cat with large blue eyes and a really fluffy tail. She has a blue collar with two or three teeth. <p>

    Personality: Fluff has a quiet determination, and is calm and dangerous like a fast flowing stream. He usually keeps to himself bit never really opens up to anyone but Kirby. Kirby is like a fire, painful and steaming but also warm and tempting (and hot ;) ) She has a quick temper and isn't rely afraid to stand for what's right. <p>

    Dens: They each have a block of wood that caved in f dens. Kirby's has a small, saggy pillow she covers with moss. Fluff has a fluffy blanket th moss. They each keep a small locket that had originally been on their collars of them with eachother and their father and Aspen, their aunt. They also keep a small toy. Kirby's is a tiny, blue teddy bear and Fluff's is a tiny yellow star they keep hidden. <p>

    Other: Meet them!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2014

    War and co.

    This is going to take forever D:

    Name: War
    Gender: She-cat
    Age: 10 Moons
    Personality: Feisty, playful, mischevious
    Description: She has white fur with silvery patches with gray stripes. She has soft robins egg blue eyes.
    Mate: Um, no
    Crush: Try me, punk.
    Kin: Conquest(Brother, same litter), Death(Older Brother, first litter), Famine(Brother from Death's litter)
    Theme Song:
    So What - Pink

    Name: Conquest
    Gender: Tom
    Age: 10 Moons
    Personality: Keeps to himself, brave, and skilled in battle
    Description: Silver tabby with many scars, and a nick in his left ears. Emerald green eyes.
    Mate: No.
    Crush: ... No, gross.
    Kin: Look at War
    Theme Song: Infra Red - Placebo

    Name: Death
    Gender: Tom
    Age: 24 Moons(2 years)
    Personality: Quiet, cold, calculating
    Description: Jet black tom, with large paws, a splash of scarlet fur on his chest. Red eyes.
    Mate: Really?
    Crush: e_e
    Kin: ~/\~
    Theme Song: I Know I'm A Wolf

    Name: Famine
    Gender: Tom
    Age: 24 Moons
    Personality: Snide, merciless
    Description: A sickly seeming brown tom with olive green eyes, and sharp claws.
    Mate: Pfft, right
    Crush: Pbht!
    Kin: *sings* Look at War
    Theme Song: Time of Dying - Three Days Grace

    Name: Blazingfire
    Gender: Tom
    Age: 14 Moons
    Personality: Quiet, kind but has a cold appearance
    Description: A ginger tabby with deep emerald green eyes.
    Mate: No.
    Crush: Sure, don't ask.
    Kin: Shadowriver, Darknight <- Brothers
    Theme Song: Monster - Imagine Dragons

    Name: Oleander
    Gender: Tom
    Age: 20 Moons
    Personality: Meet me
    Description: Large white furred tom with sharp yellow eyes.
    Mate: None
    Crush: Maybe
    Kin: None
    Theme Song: Hurt - Thousand Foot Krutch

    Name: Icewatcher
    Gender: She-cat
    Age: 18 Moons
    Personality: Quiet, friendly
    Description: Snow white fur with ice blue eyes
    Mate: None
    Crush: Maybe
    Kin: Don't ask...
    Theme Song: Haunted - Evanesence

    Name: Trixie
    Gender: She-cat
    Age: 20 Moonz
    Personality: Easily amused, mischevious
    Description: Black and white fur with a bob tail. Olive green eyes.
    Mate: None
    Crush: None
    Kin: None
    Theme Song: Funhouse - Pink

    Name: Coldstare
    Gender: Tom
    Age: 16 Moons
    Personality: Meet me
    Description: Pale blue-silver tom ice blue eyes and multiple scars.
    Mate: None
    Crush: Yes
    Kin: Briarheart(sister)
    Theme Song: Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

    Name: Briarheart
    Gender: She-cat
    Age: 16 Moons
    Personality: Sweet, scarred, loves herbs(mostly catnip....)
    Description: Brown fur with darker brown stripes and aqua blue eyes.
    Mate: None
    Crush: Bluepaw
    Kin: Coldstare(brother)
    Theme Song: Good-bye - Avril Lavigne

    Yay! I'm done! Oh yeah, and I cannot see headlines.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2014

    Lokipaw's bio

    Name: Lokipaw Age: 17 moons Gender: male Appearance: pitch black tom with emerald green eyes. Personality: kind, silly, brave, caring, adventourous, mischevious. Parents: silver Kin: fury and sulfur. Mate: none...but possibly rosepaw Crush: rosepaw! Kits: nope

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2014

    ♢ S|-|ATTER ♢

    {[Name]}<br>
    -Shatter<br>
    <br>
    {[Gender]}
    -She-cat<br>
    <br>
    {[Rank]}<br>
    -Assasian <br>
    <br>
    {[Looks]}<br>
    -Lithe, sleek, gold and black marbled tabby. Multiple scars and cold Ice blue eyes.<br>
    <br>
    {[Personality]}<br>
    -cold ajd cruel but has her... 'drunk moments' i appologize.<br>
    <br>
    {[Mate]}<br>
    -NO<br>
    <br>
    {[Crush]}<br>
    -naughty dog!<br>
    <br>
    {[Kits]}<br>
    -Blizzardpaw<br>
    <br>
    {[Apprentices]}<br>
    -Suicidepaw, Blizzardpaw, and Eaglepaw<br>
    <br>
    [X] click it now.... stalker

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2014

    Scale

    Name: Scale
    Gender: Slaps.
    Kits: Adopted, Slenderkit
    Desc: A she-cat with large, blue, armadillo like scales. A pair of very dark blue leathery wings are on each side.
    Pers: Sarcasric. Likes to see enemies suffer. She gets in weird, bored moods late at night. She is very loving toward any adopted kit and her clan.
    Important info: Cant see headlines.
    Other: Long history with Bloodclan and Sunclan. Been in Sunclan since she was a kit. Step father was Thistlefang. Step-sibling was Shatter.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2014

    Blackless

    Name: Blackless. <p> NickName: Black. <p> Gender: &female <p> Looks: Dark Silver fur, Black paws, & Violet eyes. <p> Crush: Burningpaw... <p> Kin: Bladepaw, Icepaw, & Darkpaw [Brothers]. <p> History: ... <p> Other: Ask!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2014

    Forrest and BlueStorm's bio

    Name: Falling 'Forrest' Stone. <br> Nickname: Forrest. <br> Gender: Female. <br> Age: She dosen't really remember. x.x <br> Rank: Warrior. <br> Look: A white she-cat with a golden pelt, golden paws, golden tipped ears, and a golden tipped tail. Also, a golden muzzle. She has a star symbol on her pelt, on the right. She has a wooden necklace with a leaf on it. She has a lightning shaped scar on her left paw. Seafoam green eyes. <br> Personality: Quirky, quiet, nice, fierce, brave, etc. <br> Parents: GemPelt. -Deceased. Mother.- ShadowedNight. -Father.- <br> Kin: Moon -Deceased- Jewel -Deceased- Thunder -Deceased- Light -Deceased. <br> Likes: She likes to stay in the forest as long as she can, so you can conclude that's where she got her name from. <br> Dislikes: Her father, etc. <br> Mate: None. <br> Crush: Eh. <br> Kits: Nope. <br> History: Too long to post. x.x <br> Anything Else: Ask. <br> Siggy: &#12432 <p> Name: BlueStorm <br> Nickname: Blue, Stormy. <br> Age: Dosen't matter. <br> Rank: Warrior. <br> Gender: Female. <br> Look: A blueish she-cat with white ears and white paws. Teal blue eyes. <br> Personality: Quirky, caring, nice, sweet, etc. <br> Likes: Good things. <br> Dislikes: Bad things. <br> Mother: NeonFlame -Alive.- <br> Father: LionClae. ((Deceased.)) <br> Kin: -All alive.- Violetpaw, Roseblossom, Lilynight, CrystalEclipse, Lightningpelt. <br> Mate: No. <br> Crush: Maybe MidnightPelt... <br> Kits: No. <br> History: Ask. <br> Siggy: &#9812

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2014

    SICKS BIO

    NAME: u MUST know <br> GENDER: she-cat <br> AGE: idk any its rude to tell somecat your age. (At least 12 moons though) <br> RANK: an awesome warrior <br> MATE: stares at u. Im not the romantic type <br> KITS: none. Might adopt some. Probably not <br> LOOKS: red eyes and dirty brown fur. Has a jagged black line down her back. Silver paws <br> APPRENTICE: stormpaw <br> FAMILY: ??? <br> GOAL: legendary warior or assassin <br> LIKES: bloodclan, panic in good clans, chaos in good clans, adventure, spying in other clans, gossip, symbols, being popular DISLIKES: rp news, cats who are rude, godmodding, liars, unactiveness, people who break promises, too many kits, dramatic kits, being inactive,forcemating ENEMIES: probably no one (rowanwing tried to kill me so....) FRIENDS: doom, electra and greif OTHER: knows symbols. Ummm has another cat rp and book rps. <p> Thats my bio anything else ask (NOT PRIVATE THINGS....)

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