Bloodshot Comics Novels & Stories

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

She shouted causing all the vampires to be tied to both wrists with chains. There are only a few vampires here unlike humans. The vampires tied together with Shantelle and her Father. I groaned when the old woman cut me on one of my fingers causing it to bleed. Slowly drop it into the water. I turned to face the vampires when I heard the chain clang. My eyes widened when their eyes turned yellow and were trying to break free from the chain while looking at me as if they were ready to take away my blood. Shantelle is like that too.

There's winged Badbloods, there's four-armed man and woman, some have horns and tails, furry hairs like bears, tinted colored skin and eyes, and some looked like just a normal human. Rila didn't notice her teeth clattering inside in her mouth as she shift her eyes from one to another. She only met few Badbloods in her life and now looking at a number of them makes her want to throw up. The girl who claimed to have the gift of sight stepped forward. Her beauty is overwhelming and a strange force is burning around her. Rila can feel it like a warmth of bonfire. Her eyes were so deep and blue and even if she's in a distance, looking directly into it was like she was in front of her.

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.

She just wanted to be the Alice who blended in at school, not this hybrid drowning in a tangle of forbidden desires and buried secrets. A sudden surge hit her—her fingers tingled, nails lengthening, sharpening, as panic flooded her chest. She gasped, collapsing onto her bed, hands clutching the quilt, heart racing. Her senses flared—too sharp, too alive—catching a wild scent, like fur and blood. A vision slammed into her: a sterile lab, a baby crying, needles glinting, Samuel’s voice—her father’s—hissing, She’ll be our weapon. Her wrist burned, and she yanked up her sleeve, gasping at a faint scar she’d never noticed, shaped like a crescent moon with claws, glowing faintly. The vision shifte

The night was quiet, but the air held a strange charge—as if the stars were holding their breath. Ava sat beside Achi, her eyes fixed on the wound stretching across his side. Crimson soaked through the bandages Marcus had wrapped, and despite his hybrid blood, the injury hadn’t closed. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, gently brushing the edge of the cloth. “Where did you get this?” she asked, her voice low, uncertain. Achi didn’t flinch. “I fought with the beasts,” he said. “Their blades weren’t ordinary. They cut deeper… like they were made to remember.”

Here are my little mate sequences and their blur: 1. Bound by Blood and Love Blur - : In a world where the supernatural and humans coexist, "Bound by Blood and Love" follows Victoria, haunted by her past, as she discovers her daughter Alisha is fated to be with a powerful vampire, Ryan. Duty separates them, but as their destinies intertwine, Victoria must reconcile her protective instincts with cosmic forces. Battles between supernatural factions loom, testing their love and resolve. As tensions rise and alliances form, Victoria faces a pivotal decision, leading to a climactic showdown. This tale of love, duty, and sacrifice explores the enduring power of family and fate in a captivating wor

I have somewhat my dream job, and a dream relationship and so I am happy. I’m not where I want to be but hell, I’m not where I used to be so a win, is a win! The Vampire Apocalypse—as termed by the media—that occurred five years ago has nothing to do with my life and I couldn’t care less about it. I have never come in contact with a vampire and I don’t wish to. Not that I have anything against them. Ha-ha, let me let you in on a little secret. I, Saratan Credi, the most straight-faced goal-getter in RainCloud Works secretly harbor a fan girl crush on vampire aesthetics.

Hodor rotates his eyesight only to learn that his current vision is a continuation of the vision that he feared. Around him is a bloodbath—a bloody scene caused by a huge battle; he comprehended it must be the war he has set. Everyone is busy fighting for their lives; vampires against wolves; humans against monsters and vampires—races against each other. Brutality and death is deemed to be ubiquitous. No wonder his vision hurts so bad. Their so much pain in it.