Bloodshot Comic 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.

Lilian shouted, fighting on until her strength was completely drained. They transformed into their wolf forms to fight with all their might. They charged and fought fiercely, but Lilian froze as she saw her allies fall one by one until she suddenly felt the deep penetration of a silver bullet into her abdomen. "Bullseye!" Lilian spun around to see a rogue holding a sniper rifle, laughing as her comrades were gradually losing their strength. Through her tear-filled eyes, Lilian saw her friends crying in pain, their wolves unable to stand, some already lifeless.

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing. Her life had just changed forever.

Blood had soaked through Spider’s shirt, dark and frightening, dripping steadily onto the polished floor. Sarah stood a few steps away, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She had seen danger before. She had dealt with threats, betrayal, and war in boardrooms. But this—this was different. This was raw and physical and terrifyingly close. “Let me see,” Scorpion said quietly, already tugging at Spider’s shirt. Spider hissed sharply as the fabric was pulled away. Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. The blood was still pumping, seeping around the entry wound where the bullet had lodged itself inside his shoulder. It was ugly. Violent. Real in a way nothing else had been.

A snarl tore through the silence. The rogue wolf burst from the trees, huge and fast, eyes glowing gold. Samuel fired instantly, grazing its shoulder. The beast howled and lunged. “Stay back!” Samuel shouted, swinging his silver blade. Alice froze, panic locking her body. The fight was brutal—claws slashing, teeth snapping inches from Samuel’s throat. She lifted her crossbow, but her hands shook too hard to aim. The wolf’s gaze snapped to her. “Alice!” her father shouted. She fired. The bolt cut its side, but it only enraged the wolf. With terrifying speed, it pounced. She tried to dodge, but its claws tore across her ribs. Pain exploded through her body. She screamed and fell hard onto the

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

Its teeth catch my arm instead— a brutal clamp that sinks deep into muscle and bone. White fire bursts behind my eyes. I scream through my teeth. Blood pours down my side in thick, steaming waves. But I don’t drop the shard. I jam it up into the Heart’s face—once, twice, three times—shoving it between cracked teeth, gouging at leaking eyes, sawing at the broken seams of its stitched skull. It roars, rearing back. My arm tears free, meat hanging in shredded strips. I stagger, blood loss making the world spin.

Darcio roared, charging even faster than before, sinking his teeth into Dearon's side— My mouth opened in a silent scream. A single tear slid down my cheek. Dearon rolled to the side, letting Darcio's teeth rip his flesh. A thick stream of Dearon's blood stained the ground, but he leaped back to his feet, a powerful growl tearing through his throat. Then he lunged, diving low and closing his jaws over Darcio's neck. A sliver of hope flared within me, but then I saw it—the odd, unnatural glow in Darcio's eyes. The power of the Moon Tear…

Her father. Cameron Allistar White had been a soldier in the American Civil War when he was mortally wounded and left for dead. A nomadic vampire, searching for an easy meal, had begun to drain him—only to be interrupted by a clean-up crew retrieving fallen soldiers. The vampire fled before he could finish, leaving behind a man who was neither dead nor fully human. His heart still beating when the venom flooded his veins.

"Edward made me read the Vampire Chronicles of Blood Types when I was a boy. It's important for vampires to know what we're drinking; just because we need blood to survive, it doesn't mean that some people's blood can't kill us." "Which is why you have Amber," I said slowly. It was all coming together now. Darick nodded. "Yes. Amber's gift is blood purification; her body can cleanse toxic blood." He continued dabbing the cotton ball against my skin. "Wow, this is unbelievable…” I muttered. "Shit,” Darick huffed under his breath as he continued dabbing my wound. And just like that, all of my senses were alerted. "What? What is it? Am I dying?"