Blood Drag Novels & Stories

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

"Yes I do!! Just call an ambulance!! Fucking stop this madness please!!" "Finally you're ready to repent" Returning the gag to his mouth, I began amputating his fingers one by one until there was nothing left then I used my dagger to gut him like a fish and made sure his intestines landed in his arms like a fucking trophy. There was no way he could survive the assault. Liana was long gone. Her lips were already blue and her eyes unblinking; the perfect picture of what death looks like. I was drenched in blood; the blood of my enemies and I wore it proudly like a warrior.

Since Hades and Sugar Aquarius were in front of Virando, two of them were instantly hit and smitten dreadfully badly and intensely strongly by the red orpiment. The explosion of red orpiment and dark blue supernatural elements was inevitable anymore. The sparks and also the waves of the explosion even slightly struck and smote Mr. Serpent Win Mara because of his quite close distance to the explosion. He was slightly hurt and injured. Red fresh blood was seen somewhat squirting as well as spurting out of his mouth.

She indeed recovered very quickly that I can now see the glow of blood on her face, far from her very pale face the last time I saw her before our journey to West Evergreen Forest. "You know what, Mother, Ophelia was the one who made us win over the magical healer's dragon," Prince David said that made me blush a bit. I only did a very small thing so I can't really say that I was the one who made them win over the dragon. "Really?" Her Majesty looked at me, eyes were twinkling and with a warm smile plastered on her face. "Yes, Mother. She figured that the blue dragon's weakness is fire so she made a bow and arrow out of fire and hit the dragon's eye," Demitri said with pride.

Black Dragon turned to the woman. “Stay here and lock the door.” He commanded. The woman nodded fearfully. “You, come with us.” He ordered Big Boss. “Get him.” He told me. I followed. We stepped out of the room and I heard the lock clicked inside. I am holding Big Boss on both arms when he struggles and is about to run when I heard a gunshot. Big Boss dropped on the floor, one leg bleeding. I was shocked. I looked at Black Dragon. His arm is raised.

And he was not brave enough to let Logan know. After observing Robert, Raven finally could sneak into the doctor’s private laboratory yesterday. What he saw was beyond horrifying. Inside the laboratory were several giant tubes with the bodies of hunters who had died. He recognized one of them from team six but did not know the corpse’s name. Not only that, there was a freezer full of the blood bag. The problem was it was not just an ordinary blood bag vampires used to get from the blood bank. Each bag was labeled with a different color. Green for weak, yellow for moderate, and red for strong. Under each label was another word that stated The Bloody Movement.

The next second, he dragged me into a private room and slammed the door shut behind us. My back crashed into the cold wall. He pressed in close, clutching my shoulders as his gaze burned with suppressed fury. "Tell me, Daphne!" he bellowed. "Did you actually have the heart to abort our child?" I scoffed, meeting his furious gaze with an unwavering calm. "Chase, we have nothing to do with each other anymore." Chase's pupils were blown wide. Tightening his grip around my shoulders to the point that his knuckles turned white, he growled, "Why did you do that? Do you have any idea how long I searched for you?"

It was filling up at an alarmingly fast rate. Do blood bags normally look this big? I’d seen Wendy and Dr. Celia working with blood, and I was very sure that the bags they used were half this size. Also, my arm never bled out on the floor, but now it was. No! No! I shook my head as a realization slammed into me. Alpha Rambo planned to kill me. He planned to bleed me dry and use my blood for whatever evil experiment he had in mind. Fear curdled my blood, and it didn't help that my vision was going blurry already. I heaved dryly, but nothing would come out.

‘Vlad, calm down…’ “Not anymore. I had enough of this game.” Vladimir clicked his tongue and everything went bloody red. ‘VLADIMIR!!!’ The fallen rogues that kept rushing to her side was now taken that cue on killing him but Vladimir shifted his gear her dark smoke turned into a very unpredictable bloody red. It began moving and spreading fear all over the place and whoever was being hit by it, the body immediately drained out. And if not, every tiny bit of their bones, skins, and fleshes was being shattered which caused blood everywhere.

There was only Lyra, kneeling on the concrete, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Then, Kira stepped into the frame. The footage showed Kira reaching out, her hands locking onto Lyra's shoulders. The camera zoomed in as the dark, swirling vortex of the Blood Heir’s essence began to pull from Lyra's skin, the golden light of the Nightbreeze lineage draining into Kira’s veins. It looked brutal. It looked systematic.