Bloodshot Comics Novels & Stories

“That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.” Dominic raised a brow. “Off, how?” “She interfered in an execution. Tried to save the target Bianca Leone was supposed to kill. No weapon, no plan… she just reacted. Out of emotion.” Dominic leaned back in his chair. “So, she’s foolish.” “Maybe,” Scorpion said. “Or maybe she’s just… not like them.” Dominic looked up, waiting. “She was in medical school,” Scorpion continued. “Dropped out after her parents died. she wanted to be a doctor.

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..."

I leap, rip, and snarl, blood soaking my fur. Too easy. A man fires. Misses. He fumbles. I’m on him in a second. My teeth meet flesh. His scream is short. Another aims. Layla smirks. We bait him. He shoots his own teammate instead. “What the hell—” one of them gasps. “Too late,” I growl. The traitor puts a bullet in his friend’s brain—then one in his own. He fights it. Cries. But obeys.

Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp. Strips of cloth and bent and broken metal, that just a few hours ago were tents, lay in tatters, skewered all over the ground. Tons of blood stains the dark brown forest floor. Torn pieces of bloodied flesh scattered across our campsite. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. Luckily, nobody is paying any attention to me. “They’ll be okay,” Bo answers, his blue eyes dark with the reality of our current situation. “I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.”

I said firmly and sent him the huge blow of phoenix attack—fire that formed like a phoenix that could burn even a soul. Although he was fast enough to dodge so he won’t have it bad, the blow was so powerful it still affected him. His left forearm up to his elbow was burned. I smirked. I knew he can dodge the attack, but I also knew there’s no way he won’t be injured. His smile vanished. There was no time to waste, I didn’t give him time to recover. I sent him a rain of arrows blazing in blue flame. Even if he’s trying to block each, I know it’s just about time before he gets hit somewhere.

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.

Gabe shouted at the werewolves to get their attention, “Here! Here!” A werewolf looked at Gabe while it approached Scott’s left side, “Hey, watch out!” Brooke shouted at Scott. And she fired her modified shotgun at it. The shotgun roared. The pellets flew through the air as the blast tore a wolf off Scott’s flank, blood spurted out of its outer right rib, and sent it spinning, and again she shot one of the werewolves of Cerebus; it cartwheeled in the air and onto the ground with a hole in its waist. The other two werewolves backed off away from Cerebus. This made it fair for Cerebus to attack the closest werewolf by lodging his three jaws onto its limbs and neck. Snapping away at limb and bo

Abby smiles at me with tears in her eyes, "And we expect nothing less from you, but to be true to your mate Elizabeth." The red moon comes into view in the sky. It's shines on me and Abby. I see our mixed blood glow. The glowing liquid travels through my veins, giving me the spiritual wolf authority of this pack now. These people are now bound to me and me to them. I feel the glow travelling everywhere. But when the glowing liquid moves through my mind. A sharp pain stabs my head. I hold my head. I hear all these whispers. I collapse onto the floor shaking and holding my head. The whispers get louder and louder.

The fear, the pain, the desperate courage of warriors fighting something beyond normal comprehension. "What's happening up there?" a young mother asked, clutching her toddler. "Our pack is fighting," Aria said, trying to project calm she didn't feel. "They'll protect us." Through Dante's bond, she felt his rage and fear as he engaged the enemy. The Bloodborn were everything the refugees had described and worse. Stronger, faster, seemingly immune to pain. Their red eyes glowed with unnatural light, and their claws tore through regular wolves like paper. Stay safe, Dante's voice touched her mind. I love you.

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.