Bloodied Hands Adelaide Forrest Novels & Stories

I held on to that sound, letting it guide me as I pushed deeper into the woods. The trees opened to a clearing, and the sight before me nearly stopped my heart. Adrian lay on the forest floor, blood pooling beneath him, deep gashes marring his torso. His skin was too pale, his breathing shallow. “No!” The scream tore from my throat as I fell to my knees beside him, tears blurring my vision as I pressed my shaking hands to the wounds, desperate to stop the bleeding. “Where is she?” I choked out, unable to keep the panic from my voice.

I stood quickly and ran in the direction of the sound. As I am getting nearer towards the sound cold breeze of wind in water wappers slapped my face confirming I am on the right path. I shivered but it's nothing since my throat was dry as a desert for water. I cried literally after looking scenery before me. It's a breathtakingly beautiful, marvelling waterfall created by nature. With trembling hands, I dug my jointed hands' palms to carry water in them. in the process, there I noticed blood on my hand from which I had stabbed him " I am sorry " I mumbled while rubbing my hands to clean blood from it.

She doesn't complain or cry; only the brief spasms of her body can be seen as she becomes unconscious. "Please," Irene cries. The other women smile gleefully at the scene. Mercedes covers her face with both hands to avoid seeing her daughter die so cruelly. A thick blood drips down Adelaide's thighs, and as Egil notices, he falls exhausted to the ground, his eyes fixed on her. Her breathing is barely perceptible. Gage takes the gun from his trembling hands. He orders the guards to take the other women to the hacienda and to dispose of the man's body who was with Adelaide.

A human, at least. I wring my palms, they felt sandy. I opened my palms, looking into them. They were covered in ash. My arms. My fucking body. “Oh no.” I tried rubbing it off, scrubbing them off with the back of my wrist. It was as though they were glued to my skin. I'm scrubbing them off more. More. I want to rip the top of my skin off. Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks. Hot tears.

Adair reaches out to help Ada Wood who is still on the ground. His hand just touched Ada Wood's wound. Looking at her, he frowned tightly. Her face was a little pale. In addition, he felt wet and sticky on the other side of his hand. Turning her head to see her arm, in the direction of her back to, there is a deep hole, and blood is still flowing from it. When Adair just wanted to say something, he was stopped by Ada Wood.

Their teeth ripped and teared at dead skin while their claws bathed in the blue blood that bled from their veins. Adelaide looked around as she opened her mind and searched for any trace of Grace. She felt nothing, no sense of a feeling from her. She whipped around the house in search of her to no avail. She walked outside as the clearing fell silent and the damage could be fully seen for the first time. Bodies littered the ground and the snow had turned to blue and red from the vast amounts of blood. A groan sounded to her left and her head snapped to its source. “Tala,” She spoke as she reached for her.

As soon as Amanda landed, Mayla's large tail swung out, throwing Amanda back into the trees. Ruben, the man with two different eye colors, dashed between her legs in an attempt to hit the soft part of her belly, a normally fatal wound. Much to his dismay, his mace bounced back. In annoyance she swatted him aside with her large paw. I simply sat back as I watched their futile attempts to capture Mayla.

Or was it the fear of what was coming after? “Fucking bastards!” Rain heard Aldo spit out. She’d never heard his voice sounding so hostile before. Her lids twitched and she willed herself to open her eyes...She felt the glass particles touch her pupils and probably scratch them, she but down a hiss of pain and tried to take in her surroundings with teary eyes. Aldo was put in a kneeling position with two men holding him up. His shirt was covered with a large patch of red, definitely his blood...He must’ve been seriously hurt as well!

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

“Ugh.” The heifer’s ears, eyes, and tongues, their udders, genitals and arses had been removed with eerie precision. There was very little blood on the grass considering the amount of mutilation, and Cameron knew from experience that the corpse had been drained of blood. “What the actual f-k?” He put his hand on his hips. He could count four corpses.