Teenage life is not easy . Everyday is a new challenge , a new adventure, a new chance.

This is a FREE STORY with one paid bonus chapter! Once the sunlight goes to bed, that's when darkness wakes the dead. When a series of grisly deaths devastate 19th-century New England, sixteen-year-old farm girl Faith must outsmart the Undead to keep herself - and her family - alive. (Longer description inside.) 💀 ✨Of the Blood contains story art at the end of every chapter!✨ Trigger warning: this story is heavy and contains scenes of death (including that of children), and intermittent gore. • Wattpad Creators project • Editor's Pick March & April 2023 (THANK YOU!) • Featured on Wattpad and Ambassador-run profiles (thank you!) •Placed in the Future Banned Writer Awards 2023 on the FBWCBookClub profile (thank you!) • Placed in the Punk Rock Awards 2023 on the PrettyInPunkBC profile (thank you!) Of the Blood (available only on Wattpad) Copyright © 2023 Darly Jamison/Monrosey. All Rights Reserved. Artwork featured at the bottom of each chapter was created by the author on MidJourney. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Of the Blood is exclusive to W A T T P A D. If you are reading this story anywhere else, the site you're on has stolen it and you are at risk of a malware attack. Please notify the author or submit a ticket to Wattpad. Thank you for helping to protect my work! Notice: This document is not authorized for upload or use with artificial intelligence systems or platforms. Any attempt to upload, analyze, or process this content using AI technology is strictly prohibited.

"I'm bit, Sam! I'll die soon. I don't want you to die. You have to... survive... you must survive. Don't cry. Shoot me once I ...die...I know it's a lot to ask and I'm being selfish, putting you in all this. But please, Sam! I don't wanna be one of them! I don't wanna be one of the geeks! Please Sam-" He gritted through the obvious immense pain and just like that, the next second, he lie fainted on the ground. Not using the word 'died' because he'd wake up in half an hour or so, with no memory of us whatsoever, a member of the undead horde. I raise my gun up to his head through my tear-filled blurred vision. I lost another one... Samantha is not your typical 17-year-old, she is set on becoming an adult and a national sports player. However, fate has other plans as the peaceful world she knows is overrun by bloodthirsty monsters. With the loss of loved ones and friends, Samantha finds herself struggling to survive in this new, dangerous, and post-apocalyptic world. Within the horrors, she finds love in someone who she never thought of even forgiving. Amongst all this chaos, will she be able to survive and overcome the odds or will she succumb to the horrors of this new world and lose precious hope? Read on to find out as Samantha navigates this terrifying new world and discovers what it truly means to be alive. #2 in deceased- 22/03/2023 #4 in teen relationships- 22/03/2023 #8 in decay- 24/03/2023 #2 in adrenalin- 27/02/2023 Thx guys! I really hope you enjoy the story! :)

There i was, seated for my funeral service. My pictures hung all over the place. I watched the guests move forward one by one to drop a flower on the corpse. I watched how some cried in pity, while others just shook their heads. I heard some go to the back of the room whispering, that i deserved to die. Then it was Sophia's turn, who i would like to declare my ex best friend. She walked hand in hand with my husband, comforting him. The only two people i had in this world after my father's death. The only two people i had after i was convicted a criminal for killing my father. They hooked up just 2 months after i allegedly died in a bomb attack while in police custody. I sat and watched helplessly on the wheel chair as they both walked up front to pray for my soul to rest in peace. Pathetic. "Rose, come on. Let's go pay our respects to Eve." I simply nodded and Marc pushed my wheel chair towards the front. We both placed our flowers on the coffin and paused to pray. I only closed my eyes for a while and opened them to look at Marc who was standing next to me. If only he knew i was actually Eve. If only he knew i was an Impostor. If only he knew the real Rose, his wife, was the one lying in the coffin.