Bloodborne Narrow Minded Man Novels & Stories

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.”

Gage said and cracked his knuckles. “How the fuck do a pretty boy like you turn out so fucking violent?” Ethan asked Gage. “He’s a Vittori, that makes him automatically savage,” Dominic answered. Gage laughed and pocketed his phone. “Yeah, I’m a fucking savage.” “I volunteer to cut off the next dick,” Hudson said. “You’d do anything to touch a dick, wouldn’t you?” Cooper asked. Hudson opened his mouth and closed it again as Cooper laughed at him. “Fuck you, Cooper. I’ll tell the fucking story!”

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.

The walls have a really strong blood scent . I decide to look at one of the rooms with a small window .The locks are huge and even if someone wanted to break out it wouldn't be possible.Strangely there's no one inside .A male face suddenly pops up on the window. his face smudges the window with blood smearing all over it. "Help me !"he screams but we just ignore him . We will figure that out later untill we get our mate out . The man groans as he tries to come out .Does this man see me?He had massive red boils on his face as he screamed in pain.What was this place ?

“Maybe because the idea of putting a bullet in your brain turns me on. It’s not your body that turns me on or your innocent look. I’m not interested in all that pretty white skin. I want your blood on my hands and your brains at my feet.” I recoil from his grasp, wanting to scream, to fight, but knowing that I can’t. This man won’t hesitate to snap my neck. It’s best to be docile and hope for the best. When he finally shoves me away, I gather myself into a ball against the seams of the wall to make myself appear harmless and less noticeable. The man pushes himself to stand on the mattress, hovering over me. “You know your father once killed a toddler. An innocent child whose only crime was b

“Tara won’t tell?” “She won’t remember.” I breathe, unclipping the metallic wolf heads at my shoulders. They hit the table with a dull thud. “You knew I disliked her?” He sounds closer when he answers, “You were watching her the whole night with a murderous glare, and I only had my eye on you.” “Does it not hurt when you…” I trail off, imagining what it would feel to have him drink my blood. His hands slip around my waist, his lips pressing against my neck. “I'm Bloodborn—a halfling. It only hurts when a Bloodsworn vampire—one turned from a human—feeds.”

She can die in one hit. The man is silent, tilting his head to the left...as if considering something. Those sharp eyes looked Rhodia up and down. a condescending behavior and of course Rhodia wouldn't allow it, if only he is a normal guy...whom she could crush right away. Right now Rhodia resignedly just kept quiet. Allowing herself to be humiliated like this by the man in front of her. “You… are born of alpha blood, but you are too arrogant, ignorant!” said the man again.

“Different good, I hope? I’ve been… uh… working on my, you know, vibe.” He leaned back, steepling his fingers. “Your ‘vibe.’” “Yes! You know. More approachable. Less… uh…” I gestured vaguely at my face. “Intimidating?” That earned me a very faint smirk—gone almost as soon as it appeared. “Hmm.” The sound he made was not comforting. Servants moved quietly around the hall, pouring deep red liquid into goblets. One set a glass in front of me, and I froze. Blood.