Billy Loomis Bloody Novels & Stories

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

The newest edition at that. " Allyson!!" I was so lost in my thought. I got startled upon hearing my name being called in that manner. I turned only to see Rex jogging to catch up. " Shit!" I muttered to myself. I wish I could crawl away but he finally caught me red-handed. He now knew that I lied to him about my driver. " Are you alright Allison?" he asked inspecting my arms to see if there was any wound or swell. I forced a smile" I'm fine "

I remember her fightin’ me like a street dog tryin’ to steal a bone out of a rabid raccoon’s little hand, and I remember havin’ to let her go. After that, it sorta gets fuzzy. The water was deep, muddy, and movin’ so fast. I couldn’t breathe…. I hit my head. Billy clears his throat. “I know we ain’t had much of a chance to talk since the incident with the rogues. I left Andy and yer uncle over there with the cows so I could come check on you. As you probably worked out by now, Izzy, you’re awful important to me. That’s why I keep savin’ you.”

Tigers, leopards, brown bears, gray wolves— All of the animals pounced on her. Her desperate screams ripped through the air as she was torn into pieces in a matter of seconds. The reporters were terrified, cameras shaking in their hands. The Potters' Zoo was finished. Noah stood frozen, watching like a madman. He extended a hand to the wolves. "Do you know where May is? Tell me, and you can eat my arm, okay?" One of the wolves, annoyed, sank its fangs deep into his forearm. Blood gushed out and bone exposed.

“Conrad had security cameras, inside and outside. Have you spoken to his men?” “His men all have alibi’s. Conrad gave them the night off, messages confirm that and I’m sorry to say that this asshole was good. The cameras were all disconnected prior to the incident, the dvr was damaged too. We didn’t find any tapes and no murder weapon,” Jimmy said. “Fuck,” Dominic said. “It’s not pretty, Dominic, but you might have some ideas once you see this shit,” Jimmy said and motioned towards Conrad’s bedroom. Dominic took a deep breath and walked into Conrad’s room. His body was still on the bed, the dark red blood pooled between his legs. Jimmy stood in the doorway, and the coroner, Dr Wyatt Bloom, s

Because something about that kind of scream doesn’t let people stay put. We stepped into the hallway and the hospital changed in front of us. What had been controlled panic upstairs had become full collapse downstairs. Footsteps everywhere. Doors slamming. Voices overlapping until nothing made sense anymore. Then the smell hit. His Blood was everywhere. We reached the lobby and everything stopped feeling real. Daniel was on the floor. Blood spread beneath him like it had been given permission to take over the room. The gun lay a few feet away, untouched now, almost forgotten in the middle of all the chaos it caused.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

“Twelve teams in motion. Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore—all active. Every informant, every street rat. All hunting the Moretti girl.” Victor drained the scotch in one long pull. “I don’t care if she’s at the bottom of the ocean or the top of the sky. Drag her before me.” Twelve teams. One ghost. And somewhere in the city, she was already watching him back. ✘ ✘ ✘ Piero Morelli lounged in old leather. Three men stood at attention. Cigar smoke curled through the silence. “Victor is cracking, boss. Haunted by his past.”

“Stop faking it. A little blood won’t kill you. I’m not Martin. I won’t be fooled by your act.” She had the guards lock me in the walk-in freezer. “The cold will reduce dizziness from the blood loss. Once Tricia doesn’t need more blood, you can come out. It’s for your own good.” “No, don’t! I’ll die if you leave me here.” Nausea and dizziness pushed me toward the freezer door. I tried to wedge the iron door open, but the mechanism pinched and crushed two of my fingers. The pain was white-hot, nearly making me faint.