Blood Death Wish Novels & Stories

She has a quick reflex, incredible aptitudes, and she has different skills. Even if they managed to outsmart her with their teamwork, they still can't beat a necromancer. I have heard and read about necromancers. They had dark power and could kill without leaving any trace. An example is a white substance she blew at us earlier. Not only that, a necromancer can make you burn alive with just a spell. They can make maggots emerge in your body and make different insects you haven't seen before eating your liver, kidney, intestines, and all your organs from the inside without you knowing. They have unlimited power to the extent that they can poison your blood, food, or anything that belongs to y

It was obvious in her voice that she felt sorry for me and for what happened to my parents. The brutal murder of my parents entered my mind. Mom's moan seemed to be very weak. Maybe she forced herself to moan loudly just to warn me of the impending danger to my life. It was as if my heart was being squeezed off that thought. And the reason why my father didn't come to helps us it's because he was already dead. Ani It turns out that he died earlier than my mom.

To only root right into Sera's neck and a scream leaves her lips as her blood trails down her neck. His last words repeating in her mind like a sin. The death wolf?

Maybe they'll also have a beautiful end after all this suffering. "Make a wish." He said suddenly. She looked astonished at his sudden suggestion. "What?" She scoffed and gave him a weird look. "Make a wish." He repeated as he nodded, sounding pretty serious. "...ok..." She said and found his request a little weird. They both closed their eyes and made a wish. She bit her lower lip and clenched her fists. "I wish to die." She wished, a torturous expression on her face, as she couldn't bear the pain anymore. His consoling made her feel better but she didn't have any reason to live on.

He even closed his eyes while tasting the blood from Vincent’s dead body. “This is the best! The finest of them all!!” he said while smiling wide open. Even his men almost lost their control after seeing his reaction. They wanted to taste it too! After a minute, he looked at his fingertips and let the last drop of blood pour right in the face of Vincent in the list. ‘Marking the dead… Tasting the sweet yet iron taste like liquid from the student. Bloodshed is the best!’ he said to himself. Blood is the devil's ink.

In unbearable regret and pain, Julian watched helplessly as his body was torn apart piece by piece. In the final moments before his death, Julian struggled to turn his head and looked toward the hidden camera in the corner of the hallway ceiling. He knew I was watching. He reached out with a hand reduced to bone and torn flesh, grasping weakly toward the camera, his eyes filled with a desperate plea for forgiveness and remorse for his stupidity in this life. Then his vision sank into darkness, swallowed by the zombies' bloody maws. I sat in front of the screen in the bunker, watching Julian being devoured with no expression on my face. I felt nothing as I looked at the regret in his eyes bef

"Watch me." "I would rather help you," Silas whispered. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small glass vial. The liquid inside wasn't silver; it was a deep, bruised purple that seemed to swallow the light. "Raw strain. No filters. No safety. It will bring back the wolf, but it will burn through your life force in hours. It’s a death sentence, Darius."

Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it… “White hair. A gene of the moonblood line. Cursed. Prophecies surround them.” It’s a whisper in a foreign language. But somehow, I understand it. “The rest of them were killed. She’s the last of their kind, she must be killed.” And I succumb to the blackness. I don’t struggle, no, I go willingly. But just before my mind blanks, I make up my mind. When I wake up, I will leave Ashbane pack. I will run, and I will hide. I will survive.

or maybe a vampire. I stepped back and my eyes widened when I saw his face. He was dressed all in black and had very black eyes as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. Black surrounds his eyes like eye bags. There was blood in his mouth and I knew it was fresh blood. His fangs are sharp and his claws are also long and sharp. I'm nervous but I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid because I have nothing to fear and I'm nervous because I know that I'm in danger but I'll fight even though I know I won't win against a being more powerful than me.

Maxwell, age 40, Cause of death: Vampire blood sample found in blood traces. Effect: Slow down the healing power. Pending: Need to check blood samples and venom. Hazel, with a covered mask and trembling hands, cautiously sought out Maxwell. Sliding open the door, she hesitantly unzipped the body bag and was met with a horrifying sight. The man in front of her had died in the midst of transforming into a werewolf, his visage a hideous fusion of wolf and man. Despite the shock, she mustered the courage to collect the necessary samples from this eerie spectacle. After ten minutes of unsettling struggle, she managed to extract venom from the creature's fangs. Armed with the sample, she began her