Blood Sweat And Terrors Novels & Stories

Instead, I became more wide awake. Sweat ran into my eyes and mouth. I shook my head, dispersing the drops. I began to feel liquid running all over my body. This time, it did not feel like sweat. The liquid was thicker and more viscous. I sniffed and smelled the salty, vaguely rusty smell of blood. Quickly, I looked down at myself and saw the blood like a coat of paint, covering me from head to toe.

Sweat beaded on my forehead and trickled slowly down my spine. My thighs trembled where they straddled Brayden’s lap, and my core throbbed with a deep, empty ache that made me want to cry out. Every breath felt too hot, too shallow. “In… heat?” I stuttered, my voice shaky and breathless. “Gods, that’s not nearly possible. I’m not awakened, I can’t handle blood. Maybe I was drugged? Or it’s just a reaction to the blood I’d drank. “It always makes me sick and dizzy, sure that’s what’s causing my body to burn up.”

There's one part of me that enjoys her company and I can't admit it to her face. These past few nights, my nightmares seem to have worsened and everytime I close my eyes, the nightmares begin. Then, I awake in cold sweat few minutes later. I feel like a zombie. Who am I kidding? I've felt that way for years. I open my eyes, wincing when I'm met with the sight of the winter morning sky. Usually, I never get to sleep till dawn but today, I seem to have slept past dawn. The next thing I notice is how hot my room is. My skin is soaked with sweat and my breathing is laboured. I push myself to a sitting position and immeadietly regret it. Pain shoots through every bone and marrow in my body, black

My sweat-slicked skin prickled with goosebumps, and the smell of blood mixed with sweat clung to me like a macabre perfume. The dominus hissed, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. Its fiery eyes remained locked on my face as it slowly opened its monstrous maw, allowing a viscous, foul-smelling liquid to drip onto my cheeks. The scent of decay and death mingled with the hot, sticky substance, making my stomach churn.

“Argh!“ The scream was of pain and anguish, and it came from one of the other guys. The one who was about to take me forcefully paused and glanced back, and I saw his expression shift to that horror and great fear. More screams and violent sounds. What was making them so scared? I managed to get into a sitting position and hide my chest with the piece of fabric but gasped when I saw Draven, his eyes burning golden and blood all over his clothes. I looked at the floor, and felt a wave of nausea as I noticed three dead bodies. Their hands had been dismembered from their body and their eye-sockets were plucked out. My whole body trembled at the sight of these, and migraine came rolling-in to my

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

I was shaking, my breath ragged and uneven. Strike three, the pain sharpened further, every nerve in my body ignited. My vision blurred, tears running freely, dripping down my face, mixing with sweat and blood. I was utterly powerless, utterly exposed, and utterly terrified. On the fourth strike, my body trembled violently, and a sharp, metallic scream tore from my lips. My back arched, knees quaking, my mind screaming that this could be the end. Every instinct in me screamed to flee, to vanish, but there was nowhere to run, no one to help.

But when I pulled my hands away, a fresh horror seized me. Blood. It was pouring from my ears. From my nose. From my eyes. I let out a strangled gasp, my fingers trembling as the warm, sticky liquid dripped onto the dirt. And then, everything around me began to fade. I lay on the cold ground, my body refusing to move. My limbs felt heavy, my vision blurred. The pain was unbearable, but it wasn’t just physical. It was deeper than that. It was the weight of loss, of knowing that this was the end.

The liquid is red—blood, and what I stumbled upon is a body. I let out a scream of horror as I crawl away from the scene. ##########