Bloodshot Dc Novels & Stories

The sound of bone meeting wood was sickeningly loud. I looked up, my vision swimming with red lights and white fire, and there he was. Dax. He looked like he’d crawled straight out of hell. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, his hair was a mess, and his heterochromia eyes were glowing with a silent, murderous fury that made the guys in the booth look like a little boys. He didn’t say a word to them. He just stepped over the bleeding man, grabbed my arm, and hauled me up.

She groaned as she crashed down on the sofa chair. “He will be fine. But there is a little problem.” The doctor said as she stepped out from my room. “He was shot twice, luckily for him, none touched his heart but the thing is, they were both silver bullets!!” She furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at me sternly. “Huh?? Silver bullets??”Naomi popped up as she looked at me. “He is a werewolf and from what I came to notice, he is a very powerful werewolf and at that, could stand as a threat to you in particular, Darcy.” She mumbled.

The heavy, humid air of the glowing jungle smelled of ozone, scorched armor, and the metallic tang of blood. Dax didn’t lower his SMG. He took a slow, deliberate step toward the lowered ramp of the Dreadnought-Crawler, his boots sinking an inch into the bioluminescent mud. Beside him, I kept my hand hovering near my data-deck, the sapphire Origin-Code still humming in my veins from the feedback loop I’d just broadcasted.

The doctor ran her eyes around the lab looking for someone to help her, and huffed. -When I don't need help, there's a lot of people around me, bothering me, and now, when I really need there's no one -she grumbled as she stood up and went to the 'cooler'-a kind of refrigerator specific to store blood- and took a vial of human blood, another one with vampire blood, another one with wolf blood and another one with blood altered by the drug DroPaCem and took them with her to the microscope.

"Watch out!" Serra shouts. The arrows hit no one but the lonely ground. Daren halted and bent down, picking up a huge rock. Suddenly, his skin started to change. Spiky solid gray matter clumped up on his skin like a protective layer and enveloped him fully. A moment after, he was like a huge moving rock. His shirt was torn and helplessly clinged on to his hard body. Daren charged and throw the rock to the winged Badblood above. The Badblood didn't see the rock and it landed on his chest. He moaned in excruciating pain and fell down to the ground, head first.

I knew I would. When I switched over to Lex, it became evident why the Vampire had weakened. Heather had managed to get the shield up. All around the battlefield, the tide shifted, and the LIGHTS members were easily able to cut down their assailants. I went back to Brandon to see Dax kneeling over him. The Vampire was gone, and Brandon was covered in ash—and a little bit of puke—and lots and lots of blood. The other Vampire, the one who’d been hollering a minute ago, decided he would try his hand. That didn’t last long. One titanium bullet from Dax’s Glock and he was gone.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

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.”

The other option was that whoever fired the rifle wasn't experienced, hence the minor wound to their target but still didn't explain why the rifle was left. Lucas moved slowly, eyes dancing over the snow. Something else happened to make the shooter drop their weapon, but what? It was still unclear until he spotted where the blanket of ice had been disturbed. The way it was stamped down and cut up told of the struggle that had happened. Tiny red droplets marred the perfect whiteness like rubies on a blanket. The blood had frozen from the temperature. Gradually they grew bigger until they came to an end at a patch of smeared blood. Lucas crouched down onto his haunches, gloved finger tracing a

Megan's face flushed with anger. "We'll see about that." Trainor aimed. For more than twenty years he had fought these creatures, whoever underestimated him was doing so at his own peril. He pulled the trigger and shot Zain right in the eyes. Zain lost his sight for a while, he struggled with his sight and after seconds it normalized. Although his vision at the moment was blurry. Trainor stared at his gun, then shifted his gaze to Zain. Nothing happened, no blood, no sign of a gun being fired at him. He looked at the ground and saw his bullet on the ground.