Bloodshot Comic Novels & Stories

The other option was that whoever fired the rifle wasn't experienced, hence the minor wound to their target but still didn't explain why the rifle was left. Lucas moved slowly, eyes dancing over the snow. Something else happened to make the shooter drop their weapon, but what? It was still unclear until he spotted where the blanket of ice had been disturbed. The way it was stamped down and cut up told of the struggle that had happened. Tiny red droplets marred the perfect whiteness like rubies on a blanket. The blood had frozen from the temperature. Gradually they grew bigger until they came to an end at a patch of smeared blood. Lucas crouched down onto his haunches, gloved finger tracing a

Drinking blood didn't work on humans. "Marcellus," she said softly, putting her head close to his chest. His heartbeat was too slow. "Marcellus," she repeated, looking round to see what she could use to puncture her arm. He needed blood urgently. "GET ME A KNIFE!," she screamed, looking around wildly. But the people around them continued to back away, save for Voty who held one of her hands close to her chest. "PLEASE!" she screamed, but no one moved. Behind Voty, Pakuri kept staring at Scarlett. That was when she noticed that her body was emanating a soft golden light.

It's hunting. "Kael!" I scream. "Above you!" He looks up just as the massive creature dives, its talons extended. He tries to dodge, but he's a fraction too slow. The talons rake across his shoulder, tearing through leather and flesh, and I feel the pain echo through the bond like it's my own. Kael goes down hard, blood streaming from the wound. And something in me snaps.

Matrix’s POV The wardline pulsed behind me, low and steady, like a second heartbeat I didn’t want. I spat blood into the gorse and watched it bead bright in the rain before the mud swallowed it. Shoulder burned, thigh leaking, nose broken. Every breath whistled. Silver’s blade had kissed deep enough to hum. I’d bled across three continents for less cause, but she always made it personal.

Her tone was light, but immediately after, regret flashed in her eyes, like she was suddenly aware that she'd said too much. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. Friend in another pack? I thought both packs hated each other. Was I imagining things? Had the book changed itself again? Before I could press further, a shout rang out from across the courtyard. One of the sparring betas had collapsed mid-match, convulsing on the ground, foaming at the mouth. His opponent backed away in horror as the man's eyes rolled back, flashing purple. Not again. The same sick glow I'd seen in the humans' jars pulsed in his veins, twisting his limbs until his growls turned feral and his head shook wildly.

Blood keeps pouring out of my shoulder. I am not healing. I look at the spear I was pierced with. Sliver. I've been poisoned. I fall into the mud. Eyes blurry as I watch Sharona approach slowing, letting out a loud evil laughter that echos in the storm. Is that it? I thought. Is this the end? Father, Mother.

Too many for me. ‘I’m sorry, Little Wolf,’ I say, looking in her eyes as she struggles against the vampire. ‘No, don’t say that,’ I cry through our bond. Then continue looking at her. At least I can see her for the last time. ‘Get up!’ Bjorn urges me to keep fighting, but I must have lost a lot of blood. But the piercing sound of a gunshot makes me flinch. The man holding Sasha falls to his knees, and my eyes meet Ravenna’s.

He straightened myself and smeared the blood on my hands, all over my shirt. I left his whimpering figure on the ground. I saw a sizzling liquid on the table. I picked it up and walked back to him. “This is for breaking the code of a warrior.” I poured the liquid on his face, and his screams echoed throughout the whole room as his skin melted into his bones. I suddenly heard the gunshots seize. That was weird. I expected a tougher war than that. I got out of the hole and walked to the end of the corridor to meet Lucian, blood of different people splashed all over his body with his own bleeding scars.

Vincent's wound wasn't critical. By the next day, he was awake. "Thanks for saving me." Despite everything, seeing him hurt because of me left a strange weight in my chest. "This is what I owe you," he murmured. "I've thought it through. I won't bother you anymore." I froze. He let out a bitter laugh. "Losing just a little blood made me cold, dizzy... I thought I was gonna die. Only then did I get it—what I put you through. I stole your blood. I deserve to die..."

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.