Blood Bath Beyond Novels & Stories

Balls And waves of red hot fire and golden flames flew like raindrops, knocking its target. The patrols fought for their lives, slashing and trusting their spears and swords to the enemies. Bong and Bato were fighting back to back a black wolf but suddenly the grasses on their feet grew and wrapped them. They helplessly cut the grasses but they just keep growing. Seizing the opportunity, the wolf lunged at the both of them and bit their head off. Bato's perfectly round and shiny head rolled on the ground and was squashed to pulp by a Reaper. Rila stared in horror at her friends. She picked a dagger from her hips and threw it on the plant Badblood. The dagger sunk perfectly on the forehead.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.

Here are my little mate sequences and their blur: 1. Bound by Blood and Love Blur - : In a world where the supernatural and humans coexist, "Bound by Blood and Love" follows Victoria, haunted by her past, as she discovers her daughter Alisha is fated to be with a powerful vampire, Ryan. Duty separates them, but as their destinies intertwine, Victoria must reconcile her protective instincts with cosmic forces. Battles between supernatural factions loom, testing their love and resolve. As tensions rise and alliances form, Victoria faces a pivotal decision, leading to a climactic showdown. This tale of love, duty, and sacrifice explores the enduring power of family and fate in a captivating wor

But it would be worse if I didn’t clean myself. The bath took forever. The blood was dry, clinging to my skin like it didn’t want to leave. My shirt was almost ruined. I scrubbed until my skin burned, but no matter how hard I tried, I could still see faint stains. Worse than that—I kept spacing out. My hands shook. My mind replayed everything: my brother’s lifeless eyes, my father’s screams, the laughter of those men as they killed them. The water around me turned red, and I froze, unable to breathe.

I try to say something, but before I can speak I start coughing and Victor helps me, I bend over as blood comes out with each cough. After several times feeling this pressure in my chest and getting weaker each time, I then taste rotten meat and make a greater effort and soon a ball of muscle, blood and hair comes out of me and falls to the ground. "Fuck!" I hear Ishtar's voice. "Some Necromancer has Soren's blood!" As soon as this grotesque thing comes out of me, I can feel Strïth coming back, and his anger is palpable. Then, before I can say anything, I see Ghost start to bend over, bringing his hand to the middle of his chest, the smell of his blood spreading as it starts to drip from his

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

in another hand, father was so much depressed and he was about to cry but he holds back his tears mother:- if you can't bring him back then I am going with him father:- what are you saying don't think to take your life. I only have you. I can't stay alive if I lose you too then mother runs towards the kitchen and take a knife and stab herself. her body covers with blood. her mouth filled with blood that whole incident witnesses my father too. he was depressed and now he was shocked. he takes her wife body in his hand and his clothes were also coloured with blood. he starts to cry and his hand also shivering in panic

He's bathing with blood that made me shed a tear. Blood... All over me... Just like how it scattered when my parents died... This scenery... D-did I really killed my Dad?

In the chaos, I heard someone shout, "Vanessa!" Then, a shadow lunged at me. Edward suddenly grabbed me tightly. At that moment, I felt a sharp pain, and then everything went black. When I woke up again, the smell of disinfectant filled my nose. My partner stood in front of me and said, "Good thing you woke up. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to face our teacher!" It took me a while to process that I had been saved. "I…" "You're lucky that the bullet didn't hit anything vital. Looks like it'll take a bit longer before we can return home, but all good things take time."

His head hit the metal with a dull thunk. His hands flailed, trying to grab my wrist, but I held firm. “You’re a coward,” I hissed. “You didn’t just betray him. You turned your back on blood for power you never deserved.” He snarled, trying to fight back. “You think this ends with me? You think killing me fixes this? There are more, Alex. More than you know. You’re swimming in a sea of sharks, and they’ve been waiting for you to bleed.”