Blood Bath Beyond Novels & Stories

Sentaya fell to the ground and dissipated in thick purple-grey smoke. Nexelex fell to the ground. As she evaporated from Oribus, I somewhat recovered from her assaults. Malleteagan was also slowly regaining consciousness but was still audibly gasping for air on the floor. Blood was still spouting from his ears abundantly. Corpses of Lycans, non-necromancer faes and vampires littered the battlefield. The massacre was of horrific magnitude. Wolves were howling, and vampires and faes were wailing for their lost mates. Few remaining forsaken were swiftly slayed by warriors with Chthonic weapons, but our loss was also grave. I stood up and looked at the morbid scenery surrounding us. Nexelex was

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

The white face towel she used to wipe out the blood was painted with my blood. I was soaked in blood, too, more than before; the metallic stench hit my senses hard this time. At this point, my thinking went from my present situation to how my Dad would feel if he heard this; he had always worried that these little health issues would escalate. I didn't picture this day coming, that I would bleed out two pants of my blood in a few minutes. My eyes began tearing up. If this is to be my end, I should know better.

His eyes locked on the man and he looked down at the blood on the plastic sheet. It was fucking beautiful to look at. His whimpers of pain exhilarated Gage and he tapped the baton against Alejandro’s cheek. “Stay with me, Alejandro. The next part is going to be fun. I’m hoping you’ll really scream this time.” Gage dipped the tip of the baton into Alejandro’s blood on the sheet and grinned as he came to a standstill behind him. He rammed the baton into Alejandro’s anus, thrusting as hard as he could and Alejandro’s whole body arched, his feet leaving the floor as he screamed.

Chapter 93 – The Black Veil The black blood seeped from the walls like a wound that refused to heal. It pooled on the floor, spreading outward in unnatural patterns that seemed alive, pulsing faintly as if it were breathing. Each droplet shimmered with an eerie darkness, reflecting not light but shadow—a void within a void. The air grew heavier, pressing down on them like a storm cloud refusing to break. Whispers began to echo through the chamber, fragmented sentences that slithered into their minds uninvited.

I didn't dare look behind me. But it followed. I could feel it. The thing from beyond. When we reached the water's edge, I collapsed to my knees. The river should've offered safety, sanctuary. But it boiled, bubbles rising, steam rising higher. Malen cried out and fell, convulsing. His body twisted unnaturally, veins glowing a violent purple. I screamed and reached for him. I wanted to save him at all costs. He didn't deserve so much pain. It hurt me to see him like this.

It was not normal, nor human. She could not take her eyes from the body before her, her body trembling. The blood around the body increased. The man's arms torn and shredded. Pieces of flesh scattered in the pools of blood. His face was hidden, faced down. In a blink, Vastria return to herself and stared at the man on the floor. Vastria shivers in horror at what she had just done. She could not think clearly, her mind muddled and hazy. The bald man’s head rolled to her feet as a pool of blood builds around the body and to her feet. The walls of the hallway were covered in the man’s blood. The blood seemed to slowly slide along the wall. Vastria looked at herself and found she is completely c

He turned to see Max who clearly had some pained expressions. "Enzo"! Stephen signaled Max and he stormed out pulling Max along him. Zee and Saint looked at each other and turned to their food. "Wh… What happened to Max". Callum stuttered. "Nothing. He can't bear the sight of blood. Here the blood is stopped. Go wash it before the lunch gets cold. Saint, call Max and Enzo". Callum nodded and left for the ensuite washroom to wash his thumb.

He held the dagger up to Ruben and Ruben stepped forward taking Batton’s other wrist and slashing it open as well. Kat gasped in a breath as Ruben stood side on to Batton and raised his hand, igniting Blood Reign and Batton’s blood started to glow, lifting up from the ground and, like dust particles in the sunlight, drifted up in small filaments and disappearing. Batton grimaced and a pained strangled noise escaped him as the Blood Reign started to pull the blood from his open veins, draining him completely. “You’ll kill him…” Kat breathed, watching with a morbid fascination.

It was as if they had suddenly found an exit. The area around the silver needles pulsed twice, and black blood flowed through. It looked horrifying. Dominic’s back was already full of needles, and now blood continuously flowed out along those needles. Only a few drops appeared initially, but all the silver needles gradually oozed blood. It was as if the virus had finally found an exit and were squeezing out wildly, jostling each other to be the first. The black blood flowed into the bathtub, mixing with the medicinal water inside and quickly permeating it.