Bloodshot Comic Novels & Stories

I smiled, knowing it was over for the fucker who staked me and the people I loved into a box. “Man. What did you do?” Ambroz asked, staring at me unbelievably. “I gave him what he deserved.” I hissed, dropping the loaded gun. I walked back towards sleeping Scarlett, who was still covered in blood. She was slowing healing, thanks to Ambroz’s blood. “Claudia’s gonna have a hella of a story today.” Ambroz let out, looking at me like I had just unleashed a volcano. I waited for my darkness to quench, sitting down and taking it inside.

It howls in pain whipping it’s head around cause blood to go everywhere. I land on the ground and whip around to face it again. I see it’s not covering its neck this time so I make my move and latch my jaw around it’s throat and jerk hard ripping it’s throat out. Blood goes flying all over my coat. I drop the chunk of flesh and look around. I notice that Grey is back and fighting alongside Blood Moon warriors. As I keep looking something shiny catches my eye.

Smoke curls into the air. A crash of my heart against my ribs. "No," I breathe. "No, no, no." The door breaks open, and one of the guards runs in. Get away at the window, he says. "What's happening?" I demand. "We're under attack," he says. "Get down." I cannot move before the glass breaks. I scream and run as the shards fall and cut my arm. The guard yells into his radio and drives me against the wall. “There is gunfire in the halls.” Someone yells in pain. I can feel the floor shaking under my feet because of the sound of explosions.

Ink bled from the words I’d written, seeping into the ground, the shelves, the very air. I forced my hand up again. “LIMITED DAMAGE,” I scrawled, sloppier this time, across a torn piece of floorstone, my handwriting almost illegible with the shaking. The letters glowed and then shot off into the maze of shelves like runners carrying a message. Every hit my people took from that moment on—the drone that clipped Selene’s side, the ghost that slammed into Corvin’s head, the wolf that sank its teeth into Jax’s forearm—still hurt

--- Inside the main workshop. Twisted bodies convulsed, clinging to rafters, nails grown into hooked iron. Blood leaked from their eyes, mouths and chests. Their screams were a rasping hybrid of human and animal. Lucien extended a hand; blood energy radiated from him and formed a red shield around Evelyn. “You can’t kill these with ordinary rounds. Only fire will do.” His voice was hoarse. Evelyn nodded, drew the flame nozzle from her sidearm, and pulled the trigger. A ribbon of blue plasma swept out, devouring the creatures in a sea of fire.

Bright moonlight spilled across the scarred land. It fell on the howling, shifting masses of zombies, on one struggling human refuge after another, and finally on the bloodthirsty eyes in front of Hayley, holding something back to the breaking point. "What's wrong with you?" Scott stared at Hayley. Feeling the blood at the corner of his mouth, he lowered his gaze and ran his thumb along his lips. In an instant, the blood smeared across his red mouth.

The moment we cross the stream, I feel it. Something shifts. And this time I know it's not just me. Lucian stops in his steps. His ears twitch. His head lifts, sniffing. I open my mouth to ask what’s wrong—when it happens. Boom. A shot slices through the silence. Lucian lets out a strangled growl, his body jerking as the dart hits him square in the shoulder. Wolfsbane. Another dart hits him. Then another. “No!” I scream, rushing to his side.

I didn't let go of his wrist. I squeezed tighter, my claws pricking his warm skin just enough to draw a single bead of blood. I stared at the faint pink line on his arm where a gaping wound had been only seconds ago, my brain firing in ten different directions. "Don't lie to me, Rowan," I snarled, my voice dropping into that dark, dangerous register that usually made men drop to their knees and beg. "A scratch? An iron crossbow bolt sliced through your flesh to the bone. Humans bleed. Humans scream. Humans call for a doctor and lie in bed for three weeks whining about infection. They don't steam and knit themselves back together in five seconds."

To get back at the impostor who steals Mom and Dad's love, I transfer to his school and unseat him as valedictorian. Henry Hefford retaliates on the day of our SAT exams. After secretly tearing up his own admission ticket, he bursts into tears and frames me for it. Mom and Dad immediately believe him. As punishment, they force me to give up my place at Dreston University and spend another year repeating senior year with Henry. For the entire year, they treat me like an outcast in my own home. I'm forced to eat separately from the family, forbidden from speaking up when I'm bullied at school, and not even allowed to celebrate my birthday. When Henry finally completes his exams, I think

Xander’s pov *What the hell are these things?!* I roar at Warren through our pack's mindlink. Brutus snaps its jaws with lethal precision, shredding the throat of the wolf-like creature before it can pounce. The black, foul-smelling blood splatters across my blonde fur as I kick its limp body to the dirt, my chest heaving from the adrenaline surge. *I don't have a damn clue, Xander!* Warren says. *Do you think these freakish abominations belong to your uncle?*