Bloodshot Comic Novels & Stories

“Fucking thing looked like my neighbor’s dog, but its eyes—” “They’re demons,” a woman snapped. “All of ’em. You put a bullet in ’em, they don’t even die right. Gotta cut off the head.” I froze as the shotgun cocked. “Like this,” the woman said, aiming at a shadow darting between dumpsters. The shadow whimpered. A kid—couldn’t have been older than sixteen—crawled into the light. His left arm was twisted, bones jutting through skin mid-shift. A wolf, I realized. One of ours.

If that happens, it’ll be all my fault and I won’t be able to forgive myself. “Let me guess, pretty boy,” Bloodshot Eyes sneered, his voice carrying a heavy note of mockery as he pulled his pants back up. “You looking to join in on the fun, or are you just here to play the hero? If I were you, I’d go with the first option.” “Dude…” the other one who had a cigarette in his mouth earlier tapped Blood shot eyes on the shoulder with his eyes widened in shock as if realizing something important. “What?” Bloodshot eyes grimaced in irritation as he was distracting his attention from Noah.

Chapter Seven: The Girl in My House Ivy had never seen a house this big. She stood just inside the Sterling mansion, her small bag hanging from her shoulder as her eyes wandered across the enormous living room. Everything looked expensive—the polished marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, the furniture was plush and elegant, and massive paintings adorned the walls in ornate gold frames. She felt small and out of place, like a visitor in a world that didn't belong to her.

Plates shatter into tiny pieces, silver horns break, and heavy bottles of fire-wine smash everywhere, soaking the dirt. With red blood streaming down his tattooed face, Bobby screams through his broken teeth, "I will slaughter your wolf and rip your entire family line to shreds!" He quickly slips his hunting blade back out, stabbing with blind rage directly at my waist. "Not bad, Bobby. Your shadow-fang training actually has some slight skill!" I praise him mockingly.

The air had smelled of grilled meat and a family she no longer owned. “Pew! Pew! You got me!” Alessandro threw himself onto the grass with theatrical flair, his toy rifle slipping free. Dante—ten years old, wild-haired, not yet touched by the world’s bitterness—stepped over him, weapon raised against an enemy that existed only in imagination. Lorenzo’s laughter rang behind them, uncontained and enormous. “Surrender, villain!” Alessandro cried, snatching up the rifle again. “Bow before us, creature of darkness!” Dante echoed, nearly stumbling with the effort.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

He’d heard me introduce myself at the gallery. Still. Hearing him say it did something to me. “I live uptown,” I said, like that explained anything. He just looked at me for another long second. Then he turned and started walking again. I called after him. “Dmitri!” He stopped. Didn’t turn. “You’re bleeding,” I said. He glanced at his hand. Shrugged. “It’s fine.” “It’s not fine.” He finally looked back at me. For the first time, I saw something crack in that iron mask. Not much. Just a flicker. Exhaustion, maybe. Or something softer. Something that scared him more than the guy with the knife.

Please I can't lose my mate I silently prayed a lone tear escaping my eyes. "Aaron!!." I heard aunt Melissa say and at the same time the shield broke and the smell of blood lots of blood filled my nose. I was the first to get up quickly running over to Scarlet. I kneeled down pushing the Wolf off of her. My sweet Scarlet was covered in blood with a huge bite mark on her shoulder, It was like Skylar sank her teeth in Scarlet's shoulder but didn't rip off the flesh.

The gleaming point, protruding from his back up by his shoulder blade. I scream in warning, but it is too late. My eyes wide in horror as I watch unable to get to him to help. Ben lets out a callous laugh behind me, as I drop to my knees, the pain of the sword penetrating, radiating through my body via the mate bond. “Lucas!” I scream, tears rolling freely down my face and onto the floor before. Lucas’ face finds mine once again, a slightly startled expression on it. His face turns pale and ashen before my eyes, as his lifeblood spills from his body.

It was just a slight cut but it was enough for it to bleed. Her head snapped back up and the red glow was back. I shook my head, horror in my eyes as she lunged towards me, her fangs pure white as it sunk into my palm. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as she fed from me until suddenly she wasn’t. “Are you okay?” I looked up, my blurred eyes taking in Logan and his twenty brothers. Through my hazy vision, I noticed that his skin was bright red and a weird smell oozed from him… like burning flesh.