Bleeding Heart Funeral Spray Novels & Stories

My heart sinks as the witch pulls out a familiar silver spray bottle and quickly mists Wilson. In a matter of mere moments, his agonized screams start to fill the air.

My heart raced as we made our way to the grief chamber, and the air thickened with the reality of what we were about to face. As the door creaked open, I saw a haunting sight that almost took my breath away. Dante lay in a golden-looking coffin adorned with white lilies and black and red roses scattered around like fallen soldiers. Flickering candles illuminated the room, their soft glow juxtaposed against the starkness of what lay before us.

I could finally feel a sense of hope after being hopeless for what felt like forever. “Don’t get excited Maddie. I have a surprise for you as well,” Lara says standing up. She pulls out a plastic spray bottle waving it in the air. “This will put us on a level playing field,” she says as she starts to spray me. Putting my hands up in the air, blocking my face and body as much as possible, “What is it?” I say gasping for air as the spray settles around me. “Of course, it is a scent concealing spray,” Lara says.

The Crownless Trail did not break me, it reforged me. Strapped across my chest is the satchel. Inside, carefully sealed, are five vials, each containing a herb more powerful than most will ever hold in their hands. Heartwood Emberroot still glows like the dying breath of fire. Mireblossom hums quietly, faint as a heartbeat. Lunacrown Thistle pricks even the leather pouch. Ashbane’s scent still holds death and truth. Solstice Veinleaf… cold and bright like northern stars.

the King started and closed his eyes at the sight of the eviscerated heart before him, he felt Flora’s presence now as she closed in on Samuel. There was still no emotion on Flora’s face when she reached for the box, the odor seemed to bother her not. “Samuel… it is good to have you back.” She said calmly reaching into her sleeves and pulling out a silvery powder. “May this be proper and true” after saying those words, she sprinkled the heart with Ecarian dust. The crowd gazed at the sight of this, hypnotized by the poise and grace of the deity that rarely shows herself in public.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

Moreover who listens to best friend until and unless some problem arises. Putting a full stop to my thinking, I went inside the washroom, washed up and did my morning routine.... I didn't put any makeup for obvious reasons, as i have surgeries to do and just went with a light cream and a lipstick of light pink shade.... It's actually one of my favourites... Although pink is not the colour I prefer as I am not a pink person... Well, I am black person... Let's leave as soon as possible otherwise I would be late... I went out not before locking my house and tried to look for a cab or rickshaw...

So much blood that it deafened my ears to her terrified screams, and my mom screaming for me to run away. I watched as the fire spread quickly, flaming up as it reached every corner of the car, until I could see nothing else but the heart-wrenching screams that followed when the car finally exploded. I could still see the blood, the tears, I could still hear the screams like it was still happening. LUUCCCIIIOOO!!! I sat up in bed, drenched in my sweat and holding my chest to still the erratic thumping of my chest - but it was useless. Just like the fire, each heartbeat intensified with each breath I took.

Grace’s grip tightened on the letter opener. But he didn’t pull out a weapon. He pulled out a tulip. Red. Fresh. Dripping with dew that gleamed like blood in the low light. He set it on the desk beside her and whispered: “I thought I’d bring a flower for the funeral.” Grace closed her eyes. And somewhere deep inside her— Something broke. Something burned.

Her cloak whipped, hair soaked, black blood spreading across the floor like a giant petal. Azrael stood before her, smiling faintly. "You are killing yourself, Evelyn Cross. You cannot fight what flows in your veins." Evelyn closed her eyes. In her mind, Lucien appeared — his gaze in the blood-rain night, his warm hands, the promise never spoken. "If fate chose me as the Blood Heart… then let me use this heart to end fate." She drove the dagger into her own chest. Blood gushed like a fountain, pouring into the seal. A red-black explosion rocked the entire city.