Bloodshot Comic Novels & Stories

She walked to my side, her eyes on my knuckles as I looked at her mirror view. “It is to me. I hope you had a fun night with Gibson?” I finally turned my gaze to her, her eyes still on my knuckles. Refusing to give me a reply, she asked instead, “Is this blood yours or the person you probably beat up?” “Why would I let a human make me bleed?” “Oh jeez, stop being so egotistic and answer the goddamn question, Emmett.” A vein pulsed by the side of her head as she shouted, her brows arched with worries.

Life, for me, was anything but soft everything was required to be tempered, strengthened, hardened against the elements. She had only been six when her mother attempted to hack out her power via her blood. I had arrived too late to interrupt the initial stages of the ritual, though not too late to halt the conclusion. I still saw that night when I let my mind drift - the circle of ash and bone the shining, cruelly effective knife in my mother’s hand as she stood over six-year-old Maya who watched with me, only me, as her life bled out. I had killed everyone in that clearing bar Melissa.

Tom scrambled to his feet, his expression grim as he drew his sidearm. "Ha ha ha! You’re pathetic! You think a mere gun can fool me?" the vampire mocked with arrogant confidence. "Really? Why don't you find out?" Bang! Tom squeezed the trigger. The bullet streaked through the air, finding its mark right in the vampire's skull. The creature's eyes widened as it noticed something different—the tip of the bullet pulsed with a faint golden glow. Argh! The vampire’s head shattered upon impact. Without another sound, the creature collapsed, dead.

A strap tied his thick curls back, and he had secured an ancient-looking blade to his back. He was lethal. And as she watched his claws sink into the flesh of Alpha Kai's neck, she had never been more grateful. "She. Is. Mine." Evander snarled, his eyes shining yellow. A tarp now covered the shattered windows of the office, and someone had cleaned up most of the evidence of yesterday's saga. But as a fresh crack in the plaster appeared under Alpha Kai's body, a wave of guilt passed over Sapphira, and as Alpha Kai started to make a gurgling sound, her fingers found Evander's arm.

As Steve walks down the hallway, still diligently carrying Shantal, a man in a high-ranking solider uniform with one sleeve rolled up walks by and scoffs at them. "If you're gonna cut yourself, here's a tip: keep your blood in your room and people won't stare." Shantal notices that the soldier's arm has multiple scars on it, but three quarters of them are in a pattern. Shantal looks behind Steve to the hallway floor and sees a trail of blood, leading back to her freshly cut forearms. A tear crawls down her cheek as she shoves her face back into Steve 's chest.

Hell said and Blood and shot on Roman men that he took down. “See that? That’s a f*cking bullets, f*cker.” Blood said being cocky. “Too much cockiness Lewis, that can f*cking kill you.” Death said after shooting their enemies. “Oh f*ck.” Blood said when he nearly got shot. “Who the f*ck is that?!” Blood complained that made Hell and Death laugh at him. While on the other hand River is trying to peek on the other side, to see where Roman is being taken by his men.

Just when Bob's hand descended upon Aldus' shoulder, Aldus put on a fierce look as a ferocious gleam burst forth from his eyes. In an instant, he raised his right elbow and brought it down mercilessly. A dull thud sounded, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. "Ah!" Bob's expression shifted. He let out a terrified scream as he staggered backward. He widened his eyes as he stared at his right arm. His arm was twisted at an eerie angle. The horrifying white color of his bones could be seen sticking out of his flesh, exposed to the air. Blood covered his arm, and it was a scary sight to behold.

Kitana howled in sympathy for me, resting her head on her forelimbs, curled up in her compartment. The blood on Rhoda's neck had dried up by now, but Amber and Monica where still writhing in numbing pain. Blood streamed out of Amber's forearms from the spikes pushed up into them, her eyes half open. She was strong-willed, but there's only much she could handle. She was losing both blood and life, and fast.

He moved his hands down lower and I flinched when he got to my ribcage. He pulled back and he lifted up the bottom of my shirt to see the bandage covering the wound. He slowly peeled the bandage back and he saw where the dart grazed me. "What the fuck?" He asked. "One of the first darts only grazed me. I think they were aiming for me. But it didn’t make me shift back into a human and it won't heal as fast as it should." I said. "And the blood." Connor said. "Yeah. The blood's black. And I don't know why." I said.

The lip was bitten by Brawen to keep the pain from bleeding, she dreamily grabbed the hem of Chris's shirt sitting in front, wanted to say something but couldn't say it. Chris's face was still lacking emotion, but his breathing was clearly a bit heavy, looking at the sweaty white shirt from Brawen's hands, he slowly shook his head. Ammo of the Yatogami family, bat saliva can only destroy a small amount, in order to save Brawen, she had to cut open her hand to remove the bullet.