Bloodborne Narrow Minded Man Novels & Stories

He was human, mostly, but something in his eyes flickered wrong, the irises edged with a pallid glow. Kavin’s voice was tight. “We should take at least one alive.” “That was the plan,” I said. The man kept squirming. “You’re…you’re an abomination,” he rasped. “I’ve heard worse,” I said. “You don’t belong to him. You belong to the old blood. The first fire.” My skin crawled. The air around us felt suddenly thick, like pressure dropping before lightning. “Who sent you?” I asked again, this time with more power behind it, the part of me that wasn’t fully human leaning into the words.

The blood kept flowing and the ground beneath the bald-headed man is already stained with a small pool of red viscous blood. The bald-headed man felt around his left chest with his right hand, and the thick feeling of the blood staining his hand made his eyes go red with madness. Their group had been rampant for ten years, and it has been so long since he suffered a serious injury such as this. The first time he did was when their group was just starting, and they targeted a large envoy of a werewolf that is a small city lord from the White Kingdom. It has been ten years since then, and being injured so heavily makes him want to lose his mind from the fury and shame.

Gonzalez muttered audibly kissing his teeth. “I heard you went Bloody Mary the other night” the strange man chuckled, pouring himself some drink. “Thank your stars. He doesn’t like it bloody just like me. That would have been your end cause I’ll have you in your blood and kill you with my bare hands for having your period” he stared staring at me straight in the face like he was reading an actual poem. I felt goosebumps all over my arm. He was getting me scared. And now I have to wonder what type of man he is. Maybe just like Gonzalez or worse than Gonzalez.

CHAPTER 45 — THE BROTHER BORN OF BLOOD The world narrowed to the sound of crackling fire and the slow, deliberate footsteps behind Riven. His brother— The man had grieved. The man whose grave he had stood over. The man he had sworn never to become. Was standing alive in the burning warehouse, weapon lowered but confidence sharp enough to cut through bone. “Easy,” the man drawled. “Wouldn’t want to spill your little boyfriend’s blood more than necessary.”

] Sighing, "How should I help him?" "It's gonna be very tough, Nabi. Presently, I think he remembers that incident on sensing human blood. Please don't think it is Olivia's idea and neglect; it's Mr.Jones who asked for your help through her. He must start consuming blood as soon as possible before he deteriorates."

“You can come next week for the rest.” Hunter grabbed the man by his shirt and pulled him. He lifted him up and gave him the devil’s stare. The man had known he was facing death in its eyes. “Please Hunter.” “Give me one reason I shouldn’t break your bones now.” “Please, I have a family.” “Is that a reason?” “I know something you might be interested in.” “What could that be?” “I know you escaped from Zambia.” “So?” “There’s a rumor circling around that there is manuscript about the Hamuumbu’s.”

I took a deep breathe and position myself near the window. The unknown man soon made it's appearance. He was bald and had a lots of scar carved on his naked torso. He scanned the room carefully like he was looking for something. Or should I say, looking for us. Luckily, he did not turn his head from where I was standing still. He looked down again from where his friends was. "There's no one in here! Are you sure you've seen the Albino girl in here?" He exclaimed. I heard no response on his questions. But before he could tilt his head towards my direction, I swiftly slit his throat with the poisonous herb I smeared on it.

How can a man who can't speak be scary like this? How can a man that sincerely loves a woman have this kind of personality? How did this man turn into a... monster? He is a lonely man. He lost the only woman he only love all these years. He suffered the unfairness of the world all by himself. She shouldn't think badly about Havoc. She wouldn't understand him unless she was in his shoes. It is still early to conclude. It's still early and her counseling does not even start yet. Havoc is still wearing a mask, that's a definite.

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”