Billy Loomis Bloody Novels & Stories

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Fabrizio stood still for a moment before asking, “Do you think their deaths remind you of Luke’s situation?” Garrison turned. His gaze shifted slightly. “The corpse you sent some time ago, Beta.” Garrison’s words were not a question, but a reminder. Luke was an old case that had never truly been resolved—a corpse without answers. Garrison walked over to one of the tables. He lowered his head and observed the white foam at the corner of one corpse’s lips. Then, he nodded slightly. “It seems you are right, Beta,” he said in a heavier tone. “The white residue on their lips resembles what we found on Luke’s body.”

"...I will use you." --- An alarm blared. Evelyn raised the Arclight gun and pulled the trigger. The silver bullet exploded, creating a blinding flash of light. Callen dodged quickly, his staff glowing. Two energy forces – holy blood and black blood – collided, exploding into a blinding white orb. Evelyn was thrown back, her back crashing into a glass pane. A container shattered, red blood spilling out like a living river. Callen stepped forward, his voice echoing through the room.

I freeze, waiting for something, anything, to clue me in on what is happening. -What the hell—- -It’s Billy- Jasper says through the link. -Billy is down, so is Abe.- I clench my jaw tighter and place my hind legs on the tree trunk behind me. I push off, using the momentum to begin a throw before pulling back my toss. The sickening crunch rattles my mind as I drop him to the ground. When I break through the brambles, I freeze. Billy lays in Bea’s arms with Abe stirring as he tries to pull himself up off the ground holding his side.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

Olivia didn't even have time to react and just screamed as she fell backward and landed heavily on the concrete ground. There was blood everywhere, dyeing her entire dress a bizarre red color. I felt my mind go completely blank. I let out a loud roar and broke free from Billy's grasp, shoving aside the other guy holding me down and scrambling toward Olivia. "Olivia! Olivia, wake up!" My hands were covered in her blood, and she was convulsing in great pain. Meanwhile, Billy was still laughing cruelly at the camera. "Look, guys! They're still acting! I can tell at once that this is fake blood. It's all scripted! They planned this from the start. This is their karma!"

Jarlath "Jarosława" Sobieska The iron door didn’t just open. It made a loud creaking sound as it opened, like the door of a tomb being opened for someone who wasn’t welcome. Cold, stale air rushed into the cell. It carried the strong smell of wet concrete, gun oil, and that sharp strong smelling perfume I had remembered since the moment he pulled me into the dark streets of the Old Town. I didn’t look up. I kept my head down and stared at the rough gray floor between my worn boots. I heard the slow sound of rubber shoes hitting the stone floor. One Two steps. Each step was slow and heavy. It was the walk of a man who acted like he owned everything around him the ground, the walls, and even t

Red said. Lola yelled, "You son of a b*tch!" "Enough of this a**hole! Come on, Blood Dogs!" Grim called out as he charged the Marshal, followed by Lola, Dax, Gunner, Stitch, and Red. But the second Grim's hand grazed the Marshal's arm, the lawman took out his sidearm and fired a single shot point-blank into his chest. I expected Grim to jump up the moment he hit the ground, but he didn't move.

Her beefy thighs that were five-inch exposed befuddled every male living organism that inclined with the ambience of that situation and roused their amorous. “Save !” a voice is heard from one of the troupes of soldiers. This divides their attention from Christine to Billy. The poison had fibrously spread through his veins. He could see the gate of purgatory. They hastily brought a hammock and sedulously placed Billy on it. Just a few yards as they rushed him to the medicine man, one soldier snaps out the arrow. His face is splashed by spurts of warm blood that slowed the other soldiers. He enforced his hand onto the flesh to stop bleeding but Billy gave a last sigh of breath. ” You killed B

Luke called. "Thanks for coming to this emergency meeting. I'd like to introduce you to one of the reasons we are having this meeting. This is Billy." Luke gestured to Billy who is bloody and broken still tied to a chair with my Dad and Leo standing on either side of him. Luke explained who Billy was and the events that happened in the last day and a half. He then explained our plan to capture Tate. It was a simple plan and didn't take long to explain.