Bloodshot Comics Novels & Stories

--- Inside the main workshop. Twisted bodies convulsed, clinging to rafters, nails grown into hooked iron. Blood leaked from their eyes, mouths and chests. Their screams were a rasping hybrid of human and animal. Lucien extended a hand; blood energy radiated from him and formed a red shield around Evelyn. “You can’t kill these with ordinary rounds. Only fire will do.” His voice was hoarse. Evelyn nodded, drew the flame nozzle from her sidearm, and pulled the trigger. A ribbon of blue plasma swept out, devouring the creatures in a sea of fire.

"Where's Irene? What's happening?" They were in the abandoned room with no light around. She saw a pot with a sort of chemicals nearer. Along, her gaze fell on two boys tied with ropes. Their condition was disturbing. One had lost his upper skin. The scars of injury showed they went through a rough time. There was a mark of the cat's claws all around his eye. His hands seemed to break vigorously. The blood was flowing deep down to his knees, covering them. Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart.

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.

Sookie Stackhouse is a mind-reading waitress who falls in love with Bill Compton, a vampire who was turned after the Civil War. 14-15. A Touch Of Dead BY CHARLAINE HARRIS A Touch of Dead contains the complete Stackhouse short stories; a short-story volume, Many Bloody Returns, also has a Stackhouse story. 16-18. The Hunger, The Last Vampire, Lilith's Dream BY WHITLEY STRIEBER

Its teeth catch my arm instead— a brutal clamp that sinks deep into muscle and bone. White fire bursts behind my eyes. I scream through my teeth. Blood pours down my side in thick, steaming waves. But I don’t drop the shard. I jam it up into the Heart’s face—once, twice, three times—shoving it between cracked teeth, gouging at leaking eyes, sawing at the broken seams of its stitched skull. It roars, rearing back. My arm tears free, meat hanging in shredded strips. I stagger, blood loss making the world spin.

It smelled awfully peculiar, and familiar at the same time but he could not tell where he had perceived the scent of such blood from in the past. Twice he paused, thinking it had vanished. Then it would flare up again—more distant, more elusive. Whoever was spilling the blood wasn’t just human. They were marked. Cursed, or blessed—Lucien wasn’t sure which. But the scent of the blood sang of prophecy and ruin. And now, he was tethered to it. Drawn beyond hunger. Beyond curiosity. He needed to find its source. He looked up toward the huge trees as he made his way deeper and whispered, “You shouldn’t have bled tonight.”

Weapons gleamed in the cold light of dawn, a stark promise of what was to come. The moment the boat struck sand, the shadows attacked. They surged forward, clawed hands outstretched and red eyes burning like coals in the night. Amelia moved with the speed of the hunted, transforming as she struck, eyes gone amber and claws slicing the air. Gabriel fought at her side, matching her blow for blow, while Lucas guarded her flank, fierce and vigilant. The pack moved as one, cutting through the shadow horde with practiced precision. Remus shouted directions, his voice clear above the chaos.

So why were Sirius and Sven suddenly doubting the wisdom of their decision to fight? He didn’t understand it, nor could he accept it. He wasn’t going to abandon Jared and Aragon, and if he saw an opportunity to act on their behalf, then damn the rules, he was going to help. The unraveling of his Blood Hunter unit left him raw and alone. None of them could have predicted that day when Jared had been bitten by a Tsara, a spiritual assassin for the damned, that they would have come to this end—a tattered remnant of the powerful band of warriors they’d been.

Shadow opened his eyes slightly and smiled up at the Zombie bitch. “Scarlett is it really you?” he asked, wheezing. Yea it’s me, I don’t know what is happening, but I need to help you now.” She said, and he nodded, closing his eyes. The zombie bitch bit into her wrist and placed her wrist in his mouth and he latched on, sucking greedily. All of a sudden, he began to choke, and even more blood was coming out of his mouth than before. ‘What the hell Hawk, what’s happening, why is he not healing?” I asked immediately, putting his head back on my lap, pulling him, so he is on his side. “I don’t know it should have worked. Maybe it’s because she is a vampire as well. Her blood may be poisonous, b

"Sierra's gone with Lucas to find the feral and Chloe." Bobby's heart sank. They weren't the greatest with crowds. It was why they preferred computers and software. There could be a million people watching in on what you were doing but you were protected behind the screen. You didn't have to hear what others had to say or feel their judgement. Cliché as it was, they preferred working in the shadows. "You've got this." Alex sensed the vampire's trepidation, a hand coming to rest on their shoulder. "And I will be there to back you up. So, let's go."