Bloodshot Dc Novels & Stories

"...I will use you." --- An alarm blared. Evelyn raised the Arclight gun and pulled the trigger. The silver bullet exploded, creating a blinding flash of light. Callen dodged quickly, his staff glowing. Two energy forces – holy blood and black blood – collided, exploding into a blinding white orb. Evelyn was thrown back, her back crashing into a glass pane. A container shattered, red blood spilling out like a living river. Callen stepped forward, his voice echoing through the room.

Her tears soaked Darren's shoulder as he carried her away, his grip unyielding, fueled by a possessive determination. Blood had welled up from a deep gash on Stanley's cheekbone, flowing in a rivulet down the side of his face. The crimson liquid painted a stark contrast against his pale skin, creating a grotesque tableau of violence and pain. The wound oozed with an intensity that matched the anger pulsating within Darren, a testament to the ferocity with which he had struck his rival.

...Darius POV... I touched the ground around where Wynter was. I needed to figure out what had happened. I could tell from the strong scent in the air that she was here. Not only that, but she was afraid. I felt absolutely helpless. Almost as if my body was possessed, I could feel my hand go to the base of the tree. My eyes ran to the back of my head as images started to unfold in my mind. I could see Wynter running for her life. She'd been shot multiple times and had recently shifted out of her wolf form. Her perfect body was covered in blood and bullet holes. But from the looks of her injuries, these were basic bullets that she had been shot with. I could see black veins rung through her b

It takes all my strength to get the deadweight on to the makeshift bed, and I undress the Duke, exposing his pasty skin, reminding me of cold marble. The shaft still sticking out of Bryce's shoulder wasn't a problem since there was a gap between the breast and arm plate. Removing everything was a cinch, but the blood loss raises my hackles. Bryce's shirt was drenched in blood, and his skin tone is ashen. I'm not a physician, but I

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

Arthur sighed for he was wondering himself of this question. Why he, Arthur Adamos, was waiting for the right time to claim his mate, Diana Marchand as if there will be something coming their way to separate them? Perhaps there was an obstacle. Her brother, Xavier, was the Beta of the Shadow Pack and Arthur doesn't want any trouble with him. Xavier can be scary if his sister was in threat. Arthur shook that question away before there was a commotion and a crowd was drawing up as he was approaching the incident. He saw the warriors that were on duty that night before he shifted to his human form before walking into the crime scene.

he asked, and I nodded and began to cry. "Yes, yes your highness. My mother has cancer caused by the ash, and she is dying," I confessed. "What about medical treatments available. A lot of people have been able to beat the ash cancer,' he said, and I laughed, wiping away my tears. "A lot of Bloods, your highness," I corrected him, "A lot of Bloods have been able to beat cancer because they get all the best medical care. Moons can't afford them, and even if they could, our physicians don't have the best types of equipment for that." I said, and he shook his head.

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.

It felt like my bones were boiling to the core. All I could make out was him drawing something around the circle, then he slit his wrist and poured his blood in a glass goblet. After that he began to chant something, shortly after which the drawing within the circle and outside began to shine. A cooler feeling began to seep and I felt a little bit better. Quincey then walked into the circle, helped me sit up a little and gave me the glass goblet which was filled to the brim with his blood. “Drink this.” I weakly grabbed the glass and began to drink it. After I was done, he took the glass from me and laid me back down.

Darcio roared, charging even faster than before, sinking his teeth into Dearon's side— My mouth opened in a silent scream. A single tear slid down my cheek. Dearon rolled to the side, letting Darcio's teeth rip his flesh. A thick stream of Dearon's blood stained the ground, but he leaped back to his feet, a powerful growl tearing through his throat. Then he lunged, diving low and closing his jaws over Darcio's neck. A sliver of hope flared within me, but then I saw it—the odd, unnatural glow in Darcio's eyes. The power of the Moon Tear…