Blood C Death Novels & Stories

He knows what we did. Declan crouched in front of me, forcing my eyes to his, his own carefully blank mask nowhere in sight now. Whatever ceasefire he’d tried to declare an hour ago had burned away completely. “Then we stop being three steps behind,” he said, low and lethal. “Where’s your father, Marco?” Marco’s eyes were fluttering shut, consciousness slipping. “Taken,” he managed. “Twenty minutes ago. Black car, no plates. They said—” His breath rattled. “They said tell her the Ghost sends his regards.”

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

Everyone tried to be as polite as they can be as they take the stage and report the details of the case to the ears. August started with his Muddy Waters grit, "The deceased is a miss Ana Esther Rodrigues; 29 of age and of Brazilian descent. She was found this morning at 4:07 am by a local lying easily 30 miles away; but it was obvious that she just came from the party. Forensic said that the cause of death was a blunt trauma to the back of her head," everyone gasped. GD covered his mouths with their hand; Albert looked even angrier in disbelief; and the rest were taking their eyes to a sullen state as they fill the room.

Hybrid Corpse Seeker Preferred method to eliminate the assigned duties of Death. Can only be destroyed by a crossbow arrow to the thorax or sword through the spinal cord. Usually in the form of a Banshee. Rated 90% in kill success. "Did you learn any weaponry during my prison years," I asked him curiously and he stared at me with an open mouth. I shook my head and patted his back. "I'll teach you how to fire a medieval crossbow, I know how to sword fight already," I mumbled confidently. Rai looked at me and frowned.

Blood continued to drip, a rhythmic, thick patter against the hardwood floor. "Dante, the blood... it’s still steaming." Bianca gripped her hunting knife so hard the hilt bit into her palm. She stepped around the edge of the massive bed, her boots sticking slightly to the crimson-soaked rug. "He wasn't killed an hour ago. He was killed minutes ago."

He was losing too much blood. He’s dying. He's really dying.

Still, there are people who die from some unknown disease or accident or even by loss of blood from their body because of vampires. Around the busy places in Tokyo, some people died in dark places of losing blood and their bodies were weak. It was a rainy day and just like always a commoner found the dead body around his workplace and soon called the police. After the officer's arrival, the head chief gets to the scene and looks at the dead person’s body. “Who is it? Just like others we can figure out who is this and whether it is male or female”.

I feel like I want to throw up. His smile disappeared when he saw my face. He quickly let go of the heart and then wiped his hand with the cloth. Even though he is no longer holding the vampire's heart, I am still sick and shocked by what happened. Is this how they kill? Brutal? No pity? Don't they know how precious a creature's life is? Knox quickly ran towards us but was thrown when he couldn't get inside the shield. He stood up and then wiped the blood from his lips. He looked at Shantelle's Father asking. I am also confused as to well. "I'm sorry, Knox, but you need to go back to your place,"

None of them had anything to say to me. With pride, I left the arena with Thelma, ending the gathering. When my sorceress and I went inside, the first question I asked was of Dean. “Is he really dead?” “Yes,” she confirmed, increasing my fear. “There’s no link between that Dark blood and the vampires, but Dean’s death was caused by Cadell. No single scent of the attacker around the scene, and you know well that his darkness neutralizes such evidence,” Thelma shared. I felt my heart ache at this horrible information. No wonder he didn’t report back to me yesterday. And I didn’t even bother to contact him to know how the mission was going.

adoration sparkles in those disgusting blue eyes. “She’s everything.” It takes me every bit of self control I can muster to chuckle…only. “Are you going to keep telling me things I already know?” “I am trying to make you see why she doesn’t belong with you or your brothers.” He retorts. Carotid artery or jugular vein? Which would make for a more colorful death? Blood would look really good on his outfit. Regardless, I let him continue.