Blood Gulch Blues Novels & Stories

Both his eye sockets—eyes now missing from the impact of the bullets—oozed blood while crimson also streamed from the perfectly matching round holes the 32 slugs had made. The jazzman slid down the wall, dead even before his heart stopped pumping. Blue Sue stood, looking down at Easy. His blood spackled her stage dress. She tsked. “I liked his eyes, Freddie. Now I have a servant with no eyes, you fat turd.” Still standing in the alley over Easy’s body, Freddie replied, “I’m sorry, Ca—” “It’s Blue Sue, tonight, you idiot,” the singer hissed, “Clean up this mess . . . I’m about to be asked to go back on stage.”

the crazy crowd that loved the sight of blood. Suddenly, Blue Blood hit Neil in the abdomen, and he crashed heavily on the floor. Blue Blood instantly rose to his feet... I saw it again... the fangs, the inhumane golden eyes filled with bloodlust, and the claws that had replaced the nails on his fingers. He was ready to fight back with his ability. Neil was shocked—I could see the shock on his face as he crawled away from Blue Blood, who was staring at him with so much bloodlust. At the same time, Neil rose to his feet with his eyes glued on Blue Blood. I could feel his resignation to fight back as he extended his own claws again.

“Stop faking it. A little blood won’t kill you. I’m not Martin. I won’t be fooled by your act.” She had the guards lock me in the walk-in freezer. “The cold will reduce dizziness from the blood loss. Once Tricia doesn’t need more blood, you can come out. It’s for your own good.” “No, don’t! I’ll die if you leave me here.” Nausea and dizziness pushed me toward the freezer door. I tried to wedge the iron door open, but the mechanism pinched and crushed two of my fingers. The pain was white-hot, nearly making me faint.

Fresh blood streaks downward in slow rivers, threading itself into the old runes like veins unwilling to die. The vent above gapes like a wound ripped too wide, and the ruined hinge hangs by a single twisted shard of metal. The shard, the same blood-slick blade I pried free from my own hand, stays tucked at my ribs, warm and humming against my cracked skin. I can feel it pulse in time with my heart, or maybe it’s the other way around. The walls don’t just crack; they bleed. Tiny trickles of black-red sludge seep from the mortar between stones, trailing like tears. It’s almost as if the Pit knows something worse than it is coming, and it’s afraid.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

Carlos Cruise stared at the bloodied walls of the abandoned warehouse, his face a mask of barely-contained rage. The words “Nyx was here, don’t mess with the Hell’s Gang” were smeared across the wall in crimson, the letters dripping with the lifeblood of his fallen friend. The smell of iron and death hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the ruthless underworld he was now thrust into.

"Actually, we just moved here from Draven Falls." "Never heard of it, but I'm assuming it's a step down from here if you're in Bull Creek," he said as he reached out to shake their hands. "Wes Stapleton, welcome to Everglades." "Thanks," Josh said as he shook the man's hand first. "Not to sound whiny on our first visit, but that jukebox sounds kind of…scratchy."

Her eyes only widen upon seeing his cheeks flushed red with her handprint becoming visible every unnerving second that passes. She bit her lip, refusing to look him in the eyes. But instead, her eyes sinfully went through his neck and his chest. His chest muscles bulge on his tight button-up dress shirt. Not the right time Giselle. Warmth rushed to Giselle's cheeks as her eyes went anywhere but the man's rageful eyes but only for her to fail miserably. She still had no choice but to look him in the eyes. "Oh no, what have I done," she thought to herself, along with everything horrible she could think about in her already cluttered mind. Giselle begins to mentally scold herself in Filipino.

He needed to get a pill to cure this banging pain which didn't want to stop anytime soon. He searched endlessly turning his room upside down but unfortunately for him, no medicine was found. Lawrence fell to the floor and began to toss around, his eyes became teary as his pupils flickered around the large room. At once, a bright light showed in his mind and all he could hear was the scream of people and a loud noise like a car crash. He felt the feeling of blood flickering down his face and a body pressed next to him.