Blood Drag Novels & Stories

“I know.” I do. That does not stop my body from wanting the falling drop like a starving thing wants salt. The drop hits the grating. The metal screams. A silver line runs across the floor toward the stack throat. It does not flow like liquid. It crawls through scratches in the metal, choosing old damage, making every scar in the floor shine. Leo’s blue channels flare. “Core blood breach.” Sarah looks down. “That sounds bad.” Damian answers, “Because it is.” Then the sea comes in.

“Stay here,” he said. “Not a chance.” He didn’t argue. There wasn’t time. The front doors stood ajar, light spilling out onto the steps in a way that made my stomach drop. My father never left doors open. Not once, not in twenty-six years. We found Marco first — my father’s head of security, slumped against the wall of the foyer, blood soaking through his shirt from a wound in his shoulder. Alive, but barely, his breath coming in shallow, wet gasps.

"The people that was with this man is now unconscious. I puffed some sleeping powder onto the air without them noticing. We must throw this corpse far away from here" I felt a numbing pain in my head so the grasp of my hand within the bloody dagger that I used had loosen and made it's way on the floor with a clank. Mother immediately supported my body while looking at my appearance gently. "Y-yve, your hair and eyes is changing again. Lady Molly what is happening?!"

At the same time that he bit me and began to suck my blood, his hips slammed against my own with inhuman speed and anger. I could feel the bile rising up my throat and I was unable to stop it. It came right out of my mouth but it was only when I tasted the thick metallic substance that I realized that I was throwing up blood. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt Abigor drain every bit of my blood and in a desperate attempt to stay alive, I let out a scream that I hoped would save me from the torture. Yet the scream that I tried to let out simply brought on more blood until it was impossible for me to breathe.

Something is wrong. She dashed towards the door and yanked it open. She stepped out and paused. Outside was a mess. Everyone were crying and running at all directions. Blood was splattering everywhere, and fresh bones scattered on the ground. The ground itself was red, full of blood like a river. Everyone were crying yet the cries were inaudible. Tears smeared on their faces but Mira can't hear any single sound. It's like the world felt silent, muting the sound of horror.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

I know those eyes, where do I know them from? An ache wraps around my skull, and I watch them lift me up. My neck turns on its own, I gape, the panic I had tried to stop rushing back with fevor. The severed head of my elder sister, her shining blonde hair soaked in deep red with a pool of blood surrounding her. There are other limbs next to her, her eyes are wide and empty. Something pushes up against my mouth, and I tremble. A wave of dizziness hits me, I don’t stop staring at the horror show until my lashes flutter down and darkness swallows me.

I screamed in pain as his fangs sank into me. Drake was currently sucking my blood which made my body weak and even my breathing was difficult to do. I lost my strength, I lost my breath, I lost my trance and soon, my surroundings went black.

I answered. "That makes sense now," he answered before turning to Agatha. "Do you have the blood sample?" Agatha gave King Drake the vial containing my blood sample, which still glowed slightly. He examined the vial carefully. The faint glow within the vial seemed to brighten under his scrutiny. He opened the vial and smelled the contents. Closing the vial, King Drake turned to look at me again. The weight of his gaze was intense as if he could see straight into my soul. "Well met, Christine. I see you do indeed have the ancient blood of dragons running strong within you."

I saw blood spatter on different sides of the road and then, drag marks. “They hit her there, got her here, dragged her out of the car-“ I walked towards the blood as I spoke, a hand on my chin. “She struggled so… they bashed her head on the pavement.” I looked at the other blood spatter. “Someone else’s too.”