Romans & histoires Bloodborne Narrow Minded Man

No one knows how these mysterious killings brought about by a veiled creature began. Some of the people interviewed by Mark in the past admit that such a being is just a myth, it only exists in one's wild imagination. Yet he believes otherwise. He is a victim of the handiwork of the manananggal. He became an unwilling orphan at a young age because of it. He vowed on the grave of his parents that he will leave no stone unturned in searching for their killer.

"Nope. Never heard of that name." "You don't know Torrent?" The man appeared surprised but soon demanded again, "Then to what do I owe the pleasure? Or is there a problem with staying out of each other's way?" "It's the spiritron vein." Frank spread his palms as he explained calmly, "You've been abusing the power of the spiritron vein and shed too much blood. I've simply come to stop you." "I see." The bandaged man chuckled coolly. "Then I guess you're Jouri Yelin's boy?"

a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blood that covered his face, and he had in his right hand, a glittering sword, which he held upward, keeping its sharpest tip above his head. With his left hand, he held a man’s head which had been cut off from the body.

frank’s vague voice commented dully from accross the room. The dullness in his voice was worse than certainty. It had the feel of a man who had handled something unpleasant and had not been surprised by how filthy it was. When men try to make the terrible mundane, they are often the most dangerous. “Her blood is what every vampire needs to walk under the sun.”

The absolute lack of the black, corrupted veins that ruined my own skin whenever I lost control. "You're one of them," I whispered, the anger instantly flaring in my chest. "You're one of those twisted little science projects from Millbrook." The man let out a cynical laugh, turning around to resume walking down the path. "Millbrook? If Millbrook is your problem, then you've got far worse problems than a bad case of fleas. Come on. Keep up."

Too much blood soaking his clothes and the cobblestones of the alley. The man glanced up, and the right side of his face was a mass of blood, one eye missing. It was all Rhychard could do to keep from vomiting. The man's lone eye was a deep ocean blue and shaped like a cat's eye, the pupil a narrow slit. He looked into Rhychard's face, his own a mask of confusion. "You're human?" Rhychard nodded. Obviously, the man was so far gone his brain had locked him into character. "Yeah, I'm human. Now, we have to get you to a hospital."

“You’re not hurt?” “No.” My voice came out steadier than I felt, which seemed to be the theme of the night. “Not physically.” His jaw ticked — that same tell from the car, except now I understood exactly what it meant. He was furious, and not at me. He crouched down beside Marco, who one of the medics was already working on, pressing gauze against the wound in his shoulder with quick, competent hands. “He’ll live,” the medic said without looking up. “Lucky. Missed the artery by an inch.”

The man spits stooping next to me, placing a hand against my fur when Oliver knocks him over snarling from above me. "Tsk, tsk. You're all so testy. You might want to take him home before the poison spreads. Wolf's bane is a pain in the ass once it hits the bloodstream" The man says standing up walking over to his group. "That was just a test drive, next time I won't be so lenient. " **** "Ahhhh! What the f* ***!" I scream at Gale.

My fury climbing ever higher at the venomous joy in his eyes. “You’re feeling a slight pinching in your chest right now, aren’t you?” My eyes fluttered for a moment at his words, my mind taking note of the growing sting I was feeling. “And your stomach, it feels a bit tight, yes, kind of like a sting or an itch?” I continued to stare at him silently, waiting for him to get to the point. “You’ll need to extinguish those flames if you want it to live.” He raised the hand that held the vial of blood and smiled wider, staring at the strange pale white swirls that looked to be mixed in with my blood. “Non-Shifters are a lot more delicate at times like this.”

His face looked so fretted. “I want her to be put inside my circle!” Richard exhaled harshly and looked at a man who was having a physical appearance at the same age as him. “You’re half human in your blood, Marrison!” He stared at the man who was in the grey suites and taking a seat on a lounge in his mansion. “You have my business that you’re running and I want you to put Sonya Duville inside one of those companies. So, I could approach her outside her stupid family house and property land. You know we couldn’t step into those sacred boundaries, don’t you?” He sipped something from his goblet. “What blood is that? It’s so rotten!” He smirked and vomited something out of his mouth into the