Novel & Cerita Blood Bath Beyond

“Do you not understand me? Your comprehension is so terrible. I think it’s unlikely that you will activate your bloodline. Fine! You may see it for yourself!” A screen suddenly lit up from one side of the Martello Celio. This was just like movie footage, not to mention it was extremely clear. The scene of Jade protecting Alex under her body before the astral wind knocked her out was playing. Then, she saw Alex sever his artery and pour his blood on her body. The footage was fast-forwarded... He shed more and more blood... The old hammer chimed in, “It’s really strange. This brat’s blood is actually more than the volume of his entire body. Normal people would have long died...”

The one Noah showed me was rather unusually named "The God of Blood Bats". I looked at it again carefully and found a brief record of one thing on it. A hundred years ago, a nobleman of the Blood Race had discovered that there still existed a race of Blood Bats that almost no one knew about, the Blood Bats. Unlike other blood races, although blood bats suck blood, after sucking blood, their whole body will turn blood red. Sucking blood from the Blood Bats before draining them and using it on other Bloods will cause them to lose control and go berserk.

"I don’t want to hurt my friends. I think I have to stay away from them." "You had human blood yesterday to recover; that’s why you keep craving for more. Once the human blood you drank leaves your system, you will stop craving human blood." Damon explained. "But what if I hurt someone before the blood leaves my system and—" "Just keep yourself from being hungry by drinking animal blood, and you’d be fine." He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "So can you stop being paranoid now?" She opened her mouth to respond, but her words died on her lips when Bryan suddenly appeared before them.

The blade buried itself deeply, as blood began to flow, a vivid crimson that marred her skin and the pristine sheets beneath her. Her muffled screams, stifled by the gag, filled the room, a stark, haunting reminder of the violence unfolding. Her hands and feet, bound to the bed, struggled in vain. The sight was gruesome – the flow of blood, the stark contrast against her pale skin, a vivid portrayal of the grim act I had been coerced into committing.

If I got my hands on that, would I even be able to kill anyone? Wait, who was I even supposed to kill? I had no idea who these Elders were, but I knew that they must be powerful if they were able to mind control not only humans but Vampires as well. The chances of this working out were like zero. I sighed helplessly and sunk deeper into the large bath until my head was below water. The lack of oxygen made my throat burn, but it also helped me think clearly. The water had turned an almost pink shade due to the dried blood I had to scrub off my body; the metallic smell of it made my insides twist in disgust.

Blood oozes out in thick ribbons. Emma touched Aiden. She seduced him. Did he touch her? Did he get turned on? Does he fantasise about her now? The glass is nearly buried in my flesh. I’ve gone too far—but the high is so sweet, almost euphoric. There’s blood everywhere. It’s grotesque, and yet… beautiful. Real. Alive. It's something true in this world. Something that belongs to me. Then the door opens. “Ombra, why are you not in—”

he sighed, a sound of genuine, disappointed resignation. He pressed down. The blade tore into the flesh of my left forearm. A gasp of pure, unadulterated agony tore from my throat, my body violently jerking against the heavy metal chair. The thick leather straps bit mercilessly into my wrists and chest, holding me pinned, offering no escape from the searing heat of the blade. Hot, crimson blood began to well up from the deep, clean line he had drawn, spilling over my skin and dripping slowly, rhythmically, onto the pristine white tile floor. In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black.

Julian’s POV An overpowering stench of blood, mixed with the minus-thirty-degree aura of death, rushed at my face. I stopped dead in my tracks. Inside, the chilling crimson ice flowers almost completely covered the frozen corner. In the corner lay the ashes of the thermal blanket I ordered burned. And in the center of this frozen blood, lay a stark, sickening pool of black blood. That was the dead blood a human mother bleeds only when she is drained of her life force from failing to gestate a vampire.

Blood from my nose had run past my lips and chin, smearing across my cheeks and ears. The front of my shirt had long since lost its original color. It was soaked through with blood. The pool beneath me had spread to Derrick’s shoes, sticky and dark. “Harriet?” Derrick’s voice trembled. He called my name again. “Harriet?” Mom had been celebrating Sheila’s safe return. When she saw Derrick storm toward the storage room, she followed him. The sight before her made her scream. She covered her mouth and staggered back a step. Dad had been comforting the frightened Sheila. After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well.

One second, the Boss and its followers were excited about the bloodshed they were about to see. Yet, the next moment, they were reduced to chunks of white meat. The sharp gust of wind that blew across the room cut through everything in its path. The giant halberd shattered into chunks of ice, and the robust Boss became blocks of dead flesh. Its blood sprayed everywhere and in the same moment, all the cheering BigFoots also met the same fate. None of them even realized it on time. They were dead before they knew what was happening. “And with that…” Rey looked around to see the gleaming Monster Cores scattered around.