Blood Rain 2 Novels & Stories

However, before he could react, a three-colored rain of blood rained down on him! Samuel completely withdrew his defense and roared, "Come on!" Hong! The three-colored blood rain seemed to be inspired and sped up. Bang. The rain of blood and the rain of black suddenly met. For a time, there were explosions everywhere, and the sky was blasted into a starry sea of fire... The scene was spectacular and terrifying... "Swoosh!" Suddenly, above the peaceful sky, Ao Shi frowned and looked at the star sea of rain that was exploding. A rain of blood passed through his side and his arm.

And she… smiled. That crimson drop landed directly on my forehead—hot, searing, like molten iron. I staggered, but my body froze as the pain shifted into something else. It wasn't just a burn—it felt like an engraving. A symbol formed slowly, glowing faintly like embers. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. As if something was being etched into my skin and drilled down to the bone. The sky above the manor grew darker. The blood rain no longer fell at random—it swirled in a pattern that made no sense. Every living creature in the garden fell silent. No birdsong. No rustling leaves. Even the wind held its breath.

The place smelt clean and fresh, but there was this echo of filth, and blood, and gore that came back to me and refused to go way. I closed my eyes for a moment, but realised my mistake instantly as all I could see and hear was the screams of Tamarak as he was being skinned alive, the gurgles of the man’s throat I cut, the plop, plop of body part falling down, and the warmth of the gore hitting my skin. I jerk uncontrollably, trying to wipe away the phantom filth off of me. I knew it wasn’t there, my brain knew, but it didn’t want to believe.

Damn. My heart pounds frantically in my chest as I feel something wet and sticky between my legs. With trembling hands, I reach down, my fingers coming away slick with crimson, the metallic scent of blood filling the air. God, why am I bleeding? Horror washes over me as I realize what's happening, and I feel bile rise in my throat, threatening to choke me. The blood continues to flow, staining the pristine floor beneath me in dark, ominous streaks, a stark contrast against the polished surface.

"In as much as I don't believe it, I would like to think that the no human blood rule was his muse in this." Roman arched his brows. "Well, what has the no human blood rule given you a muse for?" He snickered. Realizing how her words sounded, she adjusted her sitting position. "Don't look at me like that." She said to Roman. "You're probably thinking that I'm still haunting for human blood?" "Are you?" Roman asked. "I'm not going to deny the fact that I don't have the urge and desire. It comes. But you know me, " she winked at him, "I ordered mine from the hospital. I don't do it illegally."

My blood even splattered right on my face. "Please, I'm begging you. Stop playing with me. Just end this!" I said while crying. "And that's what I was supposed to do earlier, but you're the one who wished for this. So don't be mistaken. In fact, I'm just granting you your wish. I'm generous, right?" Raven said with an innocent and sweet voice, while her eyes were obviously filled with bloodlust, which made it even more creepy. This bitch! She's a psycho! Her craziness is on a whole different level. I kept screaming in pain as she continuously stabbed me in different parts of my body. Until I can no longer move even a finger. My eyelids were already getting heavy and I was already losing too

It went through to her back and her face contorted in pain. “What’s wrong?” The look of worry on James’ face was instant. A warm gush spilled down her legs. They both looked down. It was blood, soaking her sweatpants. Too much blood. “Fuck,” James said, already scooping her into his arms and rushing downstairs. A distant memory of his stepmother going into early labor flashed through his mind. They’d lost them both that day, Jenna and his baby sister. Wrath never really recovered, never dated again, and kept his relationships to hook-ups only.

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.

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.

There was no time for anybody to stand and stare at Azael because a thick scarlet liquid began to drop from the sky before anyone could respond Cindy, Bryan, and Charles understood that damage had already been done, and no one dared to confront Azael. Bryan wiped the dab of blood from his brow. They were all saturated in a crimson liquid that poured from the sky and looked disgusting. "Its raining blood," Bryan said after sniffing it, and everyone made horrified expressions as they sought to get it out of their bodies, but the more they struggled, the more it poured upon those people.