Bloodshot Comics Novels & Stories

His glistening eyes crave for more. As I lower my eyes, I gulp. Dry patches of dark blood intertwine with crimson liquid that gathers in a pool next to a girl’s lifeless body. I look upon the mangled remains at his feet, and the illusion of my rapidly beating heart overwhelms me. I've encountered strigoi who are too numb to care about anything anymore. It's easy to become immune to pain and suffering when you're immortal. But this hasn't happened to me yet. I pull my sight away from the pile of corpses as a pang of sorrow burns in my chest. I wonder when I'll get so used to death that I won't notice it anymore.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

A stone fireplace warmed the room to an almost stifling temperature, the fire crackling as he pulled her towards an armchair. "Sit." He positioned her in front of the chair and slid his calloused hand down her arm as she sunk into the navy and gold embroidered cushions. His eyes shone yellow in the reflection of the flames, the only source of light in the room cast deep shadows across the panelled walls. The gloom swallowed him, and a soft click of a door opening sounded from the other side of the room. He reappeared by her side with a small first aid kit. "You're going to treat my wounds?"

“Can you put a message through to Jamie to see if he can turn on his IAC using your telepathy? We can’t reach him.” “I’m kind of preoccupied with the other two things you asked me to do, but I’ll see if I can get him when I get a sec.” “Thanks,” Jo said, knowing that was the best she could do. Behind her, she heard footsteps and then the pew pew of bullets flying at them. Most of the time, Vampires didn’t use guns, but these assholes didn’t seem to know that. Jo and Scott both whirled around and started shooting. Luckily, these four were also new recruits who went down like dominoes getting hit by a pickup truck.

His face turns pale and ashen before my eyes, as his lifeblood spills from his body. With one strong tug, Darren dismantles the sword from Lucas’s body. Lucas sways from a moment, before falls to his knees. He coughs up blood, which drips down his chin. The dark clothes that he wears shows no sign of the wound that he was procured, but I watch in gruesome fascination as the blood pools around him on the floor. “I love you Lonnie,” his raspy voice echoes through my mind, “You must get out of here. Safe yourself, before it’s too late. Live Lonnie.”

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

Jackson wiped the dust from the pizza base on his jeans and focused on the laptop. “Are there books about the Bloodmoon pack I can look into?” Scarlett asked, She was never one for technology, she preferred to do her research in old school, with a notepad, highlighters, and books. Mikael nodded his head and vamped back and forth with a stack of 14 books. “Damn! I will help you with that.” Sasha offered, Scarlett gave her a grateful look with big eyes.

It was a horrific bloodbath, a scene straight out of a nightmare. As my eyes darted around, trying to make sense of the carnage, the final image etched into my mind was that of Scott covered in blood, his face contorted with sheer madness. Shooting relentlessly at the tires of the SUV. He looked unhinged as if he had completely lost touch with reality...

The first wave of shapeshifters screamed as they were thrown backward. But more came. And more. Steele transformed again. He launched himself into the crowd. Claws tore through shadows. Bodies slammed into walls. I raised my gun and fired. One creature reached me. I shot it. It fell. Then stood again. “Seriously?” I backed away. It smiled. “You carry the First Blood.” My blood froze. Another creature appeared behind it. “And the blood remembers.” The mark on my neck suddenly burned brighter. Golden veins spread across my skin.