Bloodied Hands Adelaide Forrest Novels & Stories

Standing here, one no longer needed to imagine what hell must be like. Cordia was picking her way through an endless sea of dead men’s bodies, piled to her knees and higher. She looked into the eyes of every single one of them. Sometimes, she had to turn them over to get a good look at their faces. Occasionally, parts of their corpses would stain her hands with blood, body tissue, maggots. She would try to wipe the stains away on her dress, but they would not come off. No matter how hard she tried to make them clean, her hands stayed dirty.

but she started to hear a scream in front of her she ran toward it. As she got close she stops to look an see what was going on. Ezra has never been so disgusted in her life the smell of blood fills the air blood of virgin having sex for the first time. Dark Red blood spray on the tree they woods smell of decay body. Death was in the air Erza knew it all too well from her experience on battlefields.

Surprisingly, Adelaide had forgotten the name of the person calling for help — peculiarly. Her hands began shuddering — fear was rapidly consuming her system. There was another scream and another one followed — a chain of cries came from all over the place. Adelaide swiftly ran outside only to collide with death overwhelming the Dynato Asími Fountain. The whole place was enveloped by a cacophony of screams, cries and broken whispers.

I'm crying for whoever's blood is on my hands. END OF PART I

“I have to say I underestimated you, but that’s even better. Now I can execute the Lord of House Madden right in front of my sister’s tomb.” Fed up and unwilling to go down without a fight, Addison growled and swung her elbow backward. The dagger nicked her neck as Frank Crawford her attack. Addison clutched her throat and turned toward the soldiers, but her heart sank at the sight before her. The soldiers were lying motionless by the pond – all dead. Her sterling eyes widened in horror. All of them… Dread clawed at her chest as she stared at their lifeless bodies. Frank clicked his tongue in mock disapproval. “You’ve brought me some trouble. I Now I’ll have to spend time cleaning up this me

People were struggling to get out through the only door; so intense was the stampede that he lost sight of Adler for a couple of minutes, and when he was finally at the front of the club, there was no Adler, just corpses. Salvatore blew a breath at the sight of a pen knife buried into a man's right eye. Did Adler have to leave a place so grotesque? Salvatore stepped over a blown skull, wrinkling his nose at the brain and bone matter on the red floor. "Shit," he groaned and raised his leg; oh, nothing to see here, just a couple of severed hands and a man bleeding to death beside it, whimpering as his life's blood seeped out of his stomps.

In the light, they were walking blood-baths dripping gore onto the well-worn floorboards. Heath’s top was grey, and the blood showed as darker patches that could be sweat. Hers (well, Rhett’s, though she was considering his wardrobe a shared one, at least anything with enough stretch that she could squeeze herself into it) was black, and so the blood stains weren’t a problem. It was her hands, her forearms, Heath’s hair, and their faces that bore the brunt of their night. If Heath’s face was unnaturally flushed due to the layer of blood and sweat on it, she imagined she didn’t look much better. His hair was pink around his face, and there was a very dark red patch at the back where someone h

“Cain?” Adelaide is on her feet now and she stumbles so violently that I move without thinking. My body burns where he touches me, and she does. Adelaide stares up at me through still sleepy eyes and after deciding she doesn’t believe what she’s seeing, she relies on her hands. Her hands find their way to my head and I prop her up against me while she feels my features with her fingers. Her touch is gentle, her thumb brushes the corner of my eyes and her palm caresses my cheek. Her eyes remain glued to mine, but she touches and feels me.

Zinjo howled in pain as a sharp talon raked him across the back, and he kept running, "We don't have time to look at it now." She grabbed his hand, and the pair tore through the lush vegetation. An explosion sent them flying into the thick squishy mud. Purple liquid, flesh, and dismembered digits landed around them. Aurelia pulled herself erect and sighed, "Looks like I'll have to take a long bath tonight." ***

she said and grinned at him, even though her insides are shaking a bit. After that, she looks around his office again. The big dark curtains caught her attention. At this time of the day, the sun is at its peak but because of those big curtains hanging on his window, the sunlight barely touches the ground of the insides. She walked towards the window and attempted to part the curtains when a strong grip on her arms stopped her and Sunny found herself pinned on the wall. She can see her own reflection on his dark and scary eyes. It's just like seeing her reflection in the eyes of the murderer. She's scared but she does her best to hide it "Bitch!" He spats on her face. She never heard his voi