Blood C Death Novels & Stories

Her bright ruddy colored blood staining his white colored suit. Red had been shot and was going lifeless in his arms, she was slowly slipping away, dying and there was nothing he could do about it.

Eventually, they died from bleeding too much. Would Carl be able to escape?

"Do you mean that he might have been losing his humanity? I never would have thought it, but listening to the way he was behaving, I honestly do not know." "Well, I only asked because of the things I noticed that day. First, he had a scent that was old and decayed, like dust and dirt, and the mildew smell of old, damp leaves. All things that were dead and lifeless. Also, when he died, the blood that came from him was almost black. It was such a dark red color that to say it was anything other than black would nearly be a lie."

said Jack. Jack never disappoints me, he is clever when he wants to, but in most of the times, he is stupid. He always gets us in trouble, but we are a pack, we’re supposed to deal with anything together. His brown hair and yellow eyes were always subject to admiration. The black blood, I’ve seen it before. It was at my mother’s death. When she died, she had normal blood, but when an hour passed, her blood started to turn black. I always wondered why, but I still couldn’t find an answer. I thought that it was the work of the disease.

"The authorities must look into this and seek justice for the victim!" Brenda completely lost her mind. When the police officers showed up at their door, she led them right into the basement. "This is it! Hazel was bludgeoned to death at this very spot." Layla and Philip tried to cover Brenda's mouth, but Brenda managed to squirm free. She came running toward me all of a sudden. She grinned from ear to ear. "Hazel, don't come after me. Go after them! Go after them!" I looked at her with my eyes wide. I wondered if she had really started seeing spirits after having done too many bad things.

"Didn’t you promise to take care of our Serena? How did you let her end up like this? If she’s going to prison, then you go in her place!" The moment Serena saw them, her whole demeanor changed. She cried out to them, "Uncle Robert, Aunt Linda, Grandpa Thomas!" They crowded her, their voices thick with grief. "Your mother died too soon," Linda Miller wailed. "If she’d lived, you’d never have been treated like this. It was your father who killed her!" The police pulled them back, scolding them sharply, "Enough! Serena Ashford is a college student who’s broken the law again and again. She’s lower than animals."

Silas' situation was different from that of Cillian. Cillian had been in critical condition because of an old injury, which had left a piece of a bullet in his lungs. Silas' energy was about to run out, which was a much more difficult condition to treat. The blood essence in the human body was something that each individual was born with. Every part of daily life would use up the blood essence. Once it was completely depleted, an individual would reach the end of his or her life. It was a kind of disease, but at the same time, it wasn't really a disease.

His voice was getting frantic. Duke was not moving; his eyes were shut and his skin glistened with the first drops of rain that had come with the rumbling sky. “Duke!” Tim screamed. He had felt the panic in Jason’s voice and young as he was, he understood what that meant. Jack stood by the side, tears glimmering in his eyes. It seemed the boy had already given up on life before it started. “He is dead, is he not?” he asked.

Deep down, he already knew what was in there. He should have reviewed the patrol team's preliminary report immediately, but he was afraid. Chris looked at him for a long, long time—so long that Connor was almost driven mad by Chris' silence and the grief in his eyes. Then, Connor walked into the warehouse. In the days since my death, I had longed countless times for Connor to discover what had happened to me. But now that the moment had finally come, I suddenly felt afraid. A glaring outline of a distorted, incomplete body was drawn in white chalk on the warehouse floor. Vast, dark brown stains had soaked deep into the concrete. That was my blood, dried and re-wet so many times it formed hor

And with that, he drew out his sword and made a clean cut on the old man’s neck. There was a loud gasp from different covens and the man widened his eyes as he held his neck which started to bleed. Kyle could see the color of his blood which was similar to Kyra’s and he saw the man fall on his knees where he now moved his eyes past him to look at Kyra. The life soon left his body and he fell to the ground, dead. Kyra looked down at the old man and she felt pain grip her chest. She could hear the man’s blood crying out to her.