Blood Stained Concrete Novels & Stories

Cold enough to make her instinctively pull her hand away. “What is…” A thin line of blood appeared beneath one nostril. At first, it looked insignificant, no more than a trickle. Then another stream emerged from his other nostril. Someone in the crowd pointed. “He’s bleeding.” The blood continued to flow, creeping over his lips before dripping onto the concrete. It wasn’t the bright crimson red she expected. It was darker. So dark that it looked almost black against the pale gray pavement. A woman covered her mouth. Another stepped backward, clutching her purse to her chest.

Hellion felt her heart thumping loud, she walked back into the stone pavement as the steps she took felt wet and sticky. She avert her gaze down and saw her feet covered with a liquid. She couldn’t discern what it was because of her blind foresight but she instinctively knew it was. Blood! She glance at the place she’d been before and saw a pool of blood on the floor. Hellion widened her eyes for a bit but she didn’t panicked. She tried to keep her cool, level-headed self and walked back into the stone ground. Her footsteps were dyed with blood as the traces slowly disappear as she walks.

he asked. "Oh – they are right here in this room. I'd show you but I wouldn't want you to end up like the officer. There is blood all over the room; a lot of blood. It's on the walls and it has seeped into the cracks in the floor. There are smears of it on the doorknob and bloody handprints on the lampshade, the light switch, and a lot more on the walls. There is even a large pool of it congealed under the children's twin-sized bed, where they tried to hide."

And then we used the rope to climb down to our parents’ room and entered the room unaware of the fact that, it was actually a theatre of real life R-rated film. Madarashi entered there first followed by me. When I entered I saw, because of some reason Madarashi froze there. And soon, I found out a horrible scene! I saw my father was standing there with two daggers in his hand and our mother was lying on the ground covered in blood, cuts and bruises. This scene had two different reactions in me and Madarashi . He started to scream out loud like he had gone berserk and for me, I couldn’t even move, my senses went numb. Because of his scream, father knew that we were there. He, with a daring fa

It feels as if though we three are expecting to jump out from the fountain – a feeling of the unexpected suffocates us as we get closer and closer to it. As we approach the fountain , I see that the water is red – that is odd , the water is normally clear and is not red. A chill runs through my body as I fear that it is blood – my thoughts are then confirmed. A big red blood stain dries in the sun at the fountains edge – the stain a big splatter spot of red. I notice how the big splatter of blood lightly drip to the floor – a string of red travels from the edge as it is pulled down to the ground. Another puddle of blood is being formed on the ground , but this puddle is much more collected a

Alternating stretches of light and shadow. Every dark section looked capable of hiding someone. Every doorway looked occupied. The group slowed. Victor raised a hand. Everyone stopped. The silence returned. This time it felt heavier. More dangerous. Then Daniel pointed. “Over there.” A small smear of blood stained the concrete floor. Fresh. Bright. Recent. Victor crouched immediately. His fingers brushed near the edge of the stain. He looked up. “Still wet.” Nobody needed further explanation. Whoever had been shot wasn’t far away.

I heard one of the men shout from upstairs. Another voice echoed from the back. “Nothing here, sir.” “No one.” I refused to believe it, they had to be here. I have the best tracking team and it definitely can’t be a mixup. I walked deeper into the building, refusing to accept another dead end. That’s when something caught my attention. A stain, dark brown against the grey concrete. At first, I thought it was old paint, then I looked closer and realized it wasn’t paint, It was blood.

Jax zipped it shut without a word. Cole went to work on the floor. He poured the enzyme solution directly onto the large blood pool, letting it break down the proteins for a few minutes before soaking it all up with absorbent pads. Then he scrubbed the wooden floorboards vigorously. The blood had seeped into the cracks, so we had to pry up two stained boards completely and replace them with spare ones from the utility closet that matched the color and grain perfectly. I wiped down the walls and the edge of the sofa where faint splatter had reached. We vacuumed the entire area with a HEPA filter, then sprayed luminol everywhere to check for any invisible traces. The sharp smell of bleach and

The moment the door opened, everyone in the living room instinctively covered their noses and mouths. Even Mom, who was always so domineering, gagged at the smell. Dad froze in the doorway. He stood frozen in place like a statue. I followed his line of sight and saw myself curled up on the floor. Between the drugs and alcohol, combined with the summer heat, my body had swollen and turned black beyond recognition. The pool of dried blood at the corner of my mouth split my face in two. There was still something tightly wedged inside my fist.

Blood continued to drip, a rhythmic, thick patter against the hardwood floor. "Dante, the blood... it’s still steaming." Bianca gripped her hunting knife so hard the hilt bit into her palm. She stepped around the edge of the massive bed, her boots sticking slightly to the crimson-soaked rug. "He wasn't killed an hour ago. He was killed minutes ago."