Bg3 Bleed Novels & Stories

“D-do you want some water?” Sage nods. “Yeah, that will be nice, thank you.” Bloom nods, and she doesn’t look at him even for a second as she hurries to leave the bedroom and returns a minute later with a glass of water, extending it towards Sage with trembling hands. Sage looks at her weirdly as he takes the glass. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I’m fine. I—I think I didn’t get enough sleep last night,” Bloom replies with a laugh and holds her hands behind her.

“You’re so scheming. Who knows if you’ll pretend to cooperate now, then secretly take labor-inducing pills and deliver early? No, that child can’t stay. Even if Martin found out, he’d back me.” She cut me off, called two bodyguards over, and had me escorted straight into the blood-drawing room. When the cold needle pierced my vein, I closed my eyes and trembled. The doctor drew 400cc of my blood. As he prepared to remove the needle, Clara frowned and demanded, “This isn’t enough. Draw more!” The doctor protested, uneasy. “But drawing more would be dangerous.” Clara waved him off. “It’s okay. She’s healthy, so take more. I only worry that Tricia won’t have enough.”

The whole of his upper body was bare and wet, water dripping from his hair to trickle down. "We," Alex breathed out, feeling cold shivers down his spine Seb placed his palm on his cheek to caress it. His hands were wet and cold, making Alex shiver at his every touch. "We have plans for the day, right?" "I know," Seb replied, Alex immediately looking away. "Blue, look at me." Gulping, Alex looked directly into Seb's blue eyes, catching a familiar glint in them. They looked so intense and Alex knew exactly what they meant as he felt it too.

No! He shift in his seat uncomfortably, beads of cold sweat dripped into his face. He never see anyone’s prick and he knew that he’ll bottom up in this. Fuck! It hurts so much okay! He already took that thing in and he knew it hurts! He even bleed! Yenn bit his lips, trying to think of a reason to back out. Too late…

I really love you. Through the lines, I only read his reluctance. Without hesitation, I blocked the number that I could recite even in my dreams. On the wedding day, Colin, covered in blood, crawled across the road and blocked our path. Through the car window, I saw him drag himself toward us. He shouted, "Selena, help me! I regret it so much. Come and see me." It was a horrific scene, making me jump. Lucien quickly covered my eyes. "Don't be scared. I'll have someone take him away."

"It's literally a Blue Moon." He released his grip while apologizing as he took a step back, Luna Dani gliding my hair back to where it had been while I stared between the two of them, I could feel that my cheeks were flushed now. Would others react in such a way? Is it a big deal that it's blue?

But the only sound that came was— My own voice. “Naomi,” she whispered. But her mouth hadn’t moved. I stepped back. “No,” I said. But something in my chest burned, pulsed. Something old. Something remembered. Elenor stepped forward once. And then— The trees began to bleed. Literally. Blood began to bleed from the trees. Blood ran down the trunks in thick, black streaks. The leaves turned to ash. The ground cracked beneath my feet. “Wake up,” Elenor said.

3 bleeding grenade into the mouth of a Giant blue metallic snake, while dodging it's TRIPLE BARRAGE ATTACK and the man standing on top of him is thrown off, as for the snake, it's head doesn't seem to receive much damage at once, but a close look shows a ghastly wound beneath its jaws. CRITICAL HIT!!! -967 DMG BLEEDING -187 -177 -154 Bleeding Grenade (Uncommon) (Consumable) Lvl.3 (can be maxed at Lvl.7) DMG- upto 1200 (based on the opponents DEF and END stats as well as skills active) Details: A grenade popularly named by its inventor when he almost died due to bleeding from its explosion (It is highly recommended to throw the grenade after pulling it's pin).

THIRD PERSON POV Kyla sat cross-legged on her worktable, a focused calm settled over her features as her fingers moved with delicate precision, unscrewing the tiny shell of the GSM bug she had found earlier. One by one, she separated its components, the mic, transmitter, battery, each piece treated with care as though it were a patient on her operating table. The room was quiet, apart from the voice playing softly through her earpiece. Scar’s recorded instructions. She had listened to them over five times now, and still, she hit play again.

Bloodshed. ***