Bloodborne Narrow Minded Man Novels & Stories

Although these stories were embellished, flawed, and distorted, they became hymns of praise for the victors. The burly man’s disdain for ambush tactics made Mr. Haney very contemptuous of him. It was merely because the man had a sworn brother that he was so arrogant, looking down on others. Yet now, he despised ambush tactics. In true life-and-death moments, this man would undoubtedly drag others down. Seeing that the burly man was still unwilling to give in, Adrian decided to set aside brute force and use an immortal technique to resolve this. He secretly formed a seal with his left hand, preparing to cast the Fog Barrier.

I catch the sight of blood on his arm before he could reply, and he huffs when he sees me watching it. “I couldn’t have accessed your mind without your blood.” I glare up at him before grasping the gratified look that glints in his eyes. “My blood? How is it that it does not burn your skin?” “It can’t scald supernatural beings.” The new man smirks, more like a proud smirk for whatever he has just said. He begins to look like he needs to explain more about supernaturalism. Yet, my blood is still on him—he can feel my knowledge of the latter.

“Ok, are you sure you don’t sound fine” The man was shaking and taking deep breaths, as he did I realised this person must be human, the world around me was so dull and boring, the air was crisp yet far colder than it should be, if he was a wolf he wouldn’t be this cold, every inch of the skin on his body was covered in goosebumps as the chilly air made him extremely uncomfortable and me glad I was born supernatural and warm. “I’m good, I don’t know what happened but I’m fine now I promise”

They originally thought the easiest one to deal with was the mortal, so of course they wanted to suck his soul dry first. But right when they rushed over, it hurt like all my organs had been burned by fire. Don't even mention suppressing it, the man didn't even bat an eye. He just held his folding umbrella there, looking all noble and distant. Blood was everywhere, dripping down onto his umbrella. The Nether Spawns widened their eyes and couldn't react. The ones in the back didn't even know anything had happened, since there really hadn't been any warning. Within a mile around the man, every Nether Spawn that passed by turned into blood and fell to the ground, ending up as a pool of black wa

Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never been there. When he returned, he shut the doors softly behind him. Not a drop of blood marked his suit. His expression hadn’t changed still calm, steady, controlled. But his eyes….they were colder now. Deadlier. I realized then: the rumors weren’t exaggerations. They weren’t stories told to frighten people. They were truth, barely concealed beneath this polite facade. He looked at me, at my trembling hands clutching the armrest. “You see, Signorina,” he said quietly, “this is the world you’ve been brought into. There is no room for weakness here.”

He could take a life without blinking but he had no idea what to do with a fragile woman. ‘She needs a gentle hand.’ Those had been Lev’s words. Gentle, fuck. He didn’t do gentle. This girl was eighteen years old, a few months older than Inara, still a child, and now he’d be responsible for her. Fuck Eris and Faro. Fucking prejudiced pricks. He knew Eris would never marry, not a woman anyway but he doubted that anybody else knew. He only knew because he preferred to lurk in the shadows. Faro had this dream of marrying for love, having an Italian wife, and having Italian babies. Fucking asshole wasn’t even a pure Italian. Gage gritted his teeth and reached for the 9mm on the counter and tucke

The man’s vitality had almost dried up, and he looked like he had aged fifty years in just a minute, but he still managed to talk to Loraine. “My time is almost running out. You should be careful of him. Don’t allow anyone to get your blood and remember… do not trust anyone, other than yourself.” Loraine watched as his eyes slowly dimmed and saw a lack of luster. He finally came to an end. Her brows furrowed as she looked at the man’s body, which had turned into a skeleton as if its life span was sucked away. Just what’s up with her blood? Why do they keep on saying to her that she shouldn’t let anyone have her blood? What’s so special about her?

Gemma didn't pay attention to the rest. When she heard about the blood type, a fanatical gleam lit up her eyes. The blood type of the man in the video matched Neve's—it was a rare type, just like hers. Plus, given his severe injuries, the man was clearly beyond saving.

My shoulders straighten anyway. “Even now you are alive,” I say to myself. “That must count for something.” Once I get out of the house, the small hallway is stenched with old cooking oil and mildew. My neighbour, Carmen, opens her door even as I pass by. When people expect bad news, they look at one with a concerned face, which is what she does. “Oh, Drina,” she says, in a low voice. “Did you not hear the sirens last night?”

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.