Bloodborne Narrow Minded Man Novels & Stories

As he progressed a little further, he began to watch the scene he saw with curiosity. A man was out hunting. He was collecting the birds he had shot in one shot. A person with boots up to the knees, an outfit in brown tones suitable for these places, and a hat in the same tone on his head. He began to watch carefully. The man bent down and walked slowly, looking at the great tree. He stopped suddenly and took aim. He fired the rifle and calmly picked up the bird that had fallen to the ground behind him and put it in the basket. Then he kissed his rifle and set it on the ground. He didn't come around very often, but when he did, he had never seen anyone like this. After the man put t

I smiled, studying his ashy skin,"Food supplies must be low there" "True", Manuel nodded. "Makes me wonder why your blood would be in the veins of a nineteen year old girl if you didn't care about her". "A nineteen year old girl that wouldn't survive the change", his eyes glinted in mischief. Manuel had the gift of sight, he could tell when a person was going to die. "You know I would truly love to kill you here", I began, removing my hands from my trousers. "But I don't like to rush into things".

"Look, it's completely understandable that you were shocked by how he killed Amber. Anyone would be. But you need to let it go, Abbie. Bloodbath is a man who has never cared whether the person standing next to him lived or died. He is entirely cold to the world. But he has never turned a blind eye when it comes to you. He has saved your life so many times. Just let this one slide." "Manon is right," Zenia chimed in, her expression deeply serious. "Bloodbath is ruthless, terrifying, and dangerous. But you are incredibly lucky to have a man who is willing to stain his hands in an ocean of blood just to keep you breathing. If I had a man who loved me enough to become a monster for me, trust me,

Asher snapped. The words were pure pride and refusal wrapped together. "I know you can handle it." I said without flinching but forced my voice calmer. "You can handle two of those rotting things without an issue." I stepped closer. "But the Bloodborn..." His nostrils flared. "We don't even know if that is what it is yet..." "We know enough," I shot back. "It's alive. Fast. Clean movement. On our line like it knows where to go." My jaw clenched. "That's not a thing you gamble your healing on."

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?

But this old man was getting closer and closer. "I know this sounds crazy," the old man spoke in a low voice. "But this mouse didn't rot at all, nor did it die. When I put his heart back, he..." The man hesitated before continuing, "He come back alive!" Gail frowned, "So what you mean by poison is a parasite that will turn us into vampires in an emergency? Isn't that great? But why do you call it poison?" he thought. Clack! Clack! This old man snapped his fingers twice in front of Gail's face, "You don't seem surprised. What is that bottle actually in?" he asked.

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

Immediately a pair of cold hands caught hers and was pulled up, her vision turned upside down so she felt dizzy and closed her eyes. “What are you doing?” There is fear in his tone although his hands were cold from sweat his body emits warm like a human when he embraces her tightly making sure she won't fall or jump again. It was when Barrett realized that this man is a blood sucker and has no conscience who killed many lives through his experiments.

A man snarls with short brown hair and stormy grey eyes as he approaches me. With my heart thumping against my ribcage, drowning everything out that surrounds me. I quickly start to retreat from his proximity. The moon-infected man lurches forward, he takes hold of my upper arms, and he headbutts me. Excruciating pain spreads across my head, and my vision becomes cloudy. But not cloudy enough as I unwillingly watch as he falls to his knees.