Bloodiest Movie Ever Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

Like something I have been gripping so tightly for so long that I forgot I was gripping it and then I let go and my hands don't hurt anymore. Like oh. Like yes. Like this. My wolf is not what they expected from an omega. She is not small. She is not quiet. She is white, the white of moonlight on still water, and silver at the edges where the Moonblood runs closest to the surface, and she is standing in the center of a clearing full of wolves who have all, in this moment, gone completely still. The battle does not stop. But it slows. The involuntary, instinctive slowing of people who have encountered something their bodies are trying to categorize before their minds catch up. Something old. S

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

I only had one form left, to imagine that I was even considering using it is proof of how difficult this battle is. Slowly the number of demons was diminishing but there were still too many. Everywhere I turned it was demon after demon. I was getting injuries from all sides and places. I do not think there was a single area on my body which did not contain blood, MY blood. Marcus!

His clothing was covered in splattered blood, and the sickening smell of vomit and death intertwined with the stench of body order. Then, I turned to look at the crew. Isabella's fingertips traced the edges of Viktor's scars slashed across his neck as she sobbed. They shook as they moved to touch him. Martin was trying to help Amber with Wendall—everyone was torn apart. There was so much…carnage. My gut twisted—and I wasn’t sure whether it was from the stench and sight of it all, or because I truly, actually did care about the people in front of me.

My fist clenched. "You are right. My life will never be the same after this. I will never be happy again. Killing you won't make me happy as well. You know what would it give me?" I gave him my sweetest venomous smile as I said the last word he would hear from me. "Satisfaction." In this world were cruelty is rampant and justice has many faces, only evil can defeat evil. "The heck is this thing?!" I almost jumped when I heard Lucia beside me. She has finally woken.

Everything happened so fast. One moment, Everleigh was a blur of motion, fighting for her life. The next, she was still, a crimson stain blooming on the pristine white carpet. The world seemed to slow down, focusing on the horrifying image of my friend, lifeless. I couldn’t move. My mind refused to comprehend the brutality of it all. I could not even move my mouth to speak her name out loud. Or walk towards her to help her… even though I know it's too late.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

This temporary assignment had become a catastrophe of gore and brutality. The earth beneath them was a river of blood, a sucking, crimson mire. Some bodies were so mutilated, so utterly destroyed, there was no way to identify them. I had never seen such carnage. I had read about it in histories from a time before my father, but I had never witnessed it. A Tainted hadn’t been seen in over two thousand years.

Just feet, crunching loudly on the dead, hard foliage still present from last season. After about a dozen steps, something new enters the screen. It is a splash of something across the forest floor in a deep red-brown color. Blood. Even I know what splattered blood looks like. As the phone slowly pans around, I see more and more of it. My breathing picks up speed and my heart begins to race. Fear just about chokes me now, because I know what he’s showing me. The massacre of the short people’s camp. I don’t want to watch it, but I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from the screen. Just like in the dungeon. I have to know, but I don’t want to know.