Bleed Anime Novels & Stories

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

Black blood sprayed, sizzling against the rug. Pelin cried out but pulled the blade free and struck again. And again. Each strike made the thing weaker, its body collapsing, melting into shadow. By the fourth stab, its form unraveled, boiling. The hissing cries turned to a low gurgle before it melted into a puddle of tar at my feet. I sat back hard, panting, my body drenched in sweat. The room fell into silence except for Pelin’s ragged breaths. She stared at the blade in her hand, still trembling, black ichor dripping from its edge.

Didn’t speak. He let me break. He let me burn. And I did. I sobbed until the world blurred. Until my hands trembled. Until I couldn’t breathe. When it was over—when there was nothing left but the hollow ache—I placed both palms on the cold stone. I leaned my forehead against it, whispering words that never reached the air. I made a vow. Not loud. Not with words. But real. I will make them pay. I promise you, Milo. I will make them bleed for what they did to you.

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

They all swarm around me hitting me alternatively. My eyes widened to my surprise, I saw myself bleeding for the first time in more than a century. I can feel my body starting to soar while they continue to rip me and tear me apart. "A demon was not supposed to bleed then why am I bleeding excessively?" "What the hell is happening to me?" "Is this the end of me?"

She shifted uncomfortably, letting out an annoyed sigh, but did not open her eyes yet. The hand moved to her strands of hair, which had come loose from their tie and become slightly disheveled across her face. She suddenly sprang up as though she had been stung by a scorpion

The purple blood oozed out of the cut wound. “What… what are you doing?” Amino was startled but he was more amazed at the color of the blood instead of feeling bad about the cut. “Why… Why is the color a little different?” “Surprise… I guess?”

Stars exploded across my vision. I tried to push myself up. Tried to reach for my power one more time. But my body wasn't responding. Everything felt distant. Disconnected. The nosebleed was worse now. So much worse. Blood was soaking my shirt, pooling on the floor beneath me. This wasn't just exertion. This was hemorrhaging. My power had done something to me internally. Something bad. "Mia!" Bree was beside me, her hands trying to stop the bleeding. "Stay with me. Don't you dare pass out."

I round the corner and stop, gasping as we end up in a scene you could only imagine would happen in the movies. Dutch wasn’t even outside that long, I don’t know how they had time to do it. Baylee screams, falling to her knees into a puddle of blood as she comes face to face with her best friend, ripped to tiny tiny pieces and thrown around the forest in chunks, her head lay by Baylees knees as she sobs. Drake catches up with us gasping, I hadn’t moved an inch, unable to in shock. “How is she going to get over this?”

Her voice dripped with venom. I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't steal anything. And who is Ace to you, anyway?" I shot back, my curiosity piqued. She cried, shaking her head frantically, and then yelled, “How dare you say his name?!” “How dare I?” I chuckled softly, giving her my best ‘did you miss your way’ look. Because, really, did she miss her way? “You’ll pay for this, you will, you spawn of the devil!” Heather deadpanned, her little friends had gotten her something to keep the blood from flowing. She pressed the paper towel to her nose, suppressing the blood.