Bloodshot Dc Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

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.

Ink bled from the words I’d written, seeping into the ground, the shelves, the very air. I forced my hand up again. “LIMITED DAMAGE,” I scrawled, sloppier this time, across a torn piece of floorstone, my handwriting almost illegible with the shaking. The letters glowed and then shot off into the maze of shelves like runners carrying a message. Every hit my people took from that moment on—the drone that clipped Selene’s side, the ghost that slammed into Corvin’s head, the wolf that sank its teeth into Jax’s forearm—still hurt

He screamed, shaking me off and clutching his stump helplessly, 'She bit off my arm, for fucks sake, she bit off my fucking arm.' He dropped to the floor, blood spouting from the stump like a fountain as he bled out, and I turned to face the remaining two men, ready to end them as well. As Eclipse crouched, I could feel the drug beginning to affect me, and she took a millisecond too long to react. It was all they needed. I heard the soft whistle of the dart as it sped past my ears and embedded itself into my shoulder, making me stagger backwards.

Anna commanded. The shopkeeper stepped forward, the ritual knife gleaming. As the blade sank into Killian’s side, a guttural scream tore from his throat even in his unconscious state. Anna clamped her mouth over his to stifle the sound, her fangs nicking his lip as she began the agonizing process of the Bloodletting.

The ceiling shots were intentional — not panic, not desperation, a tactical choice to stop movement without casualties in a room full of civilians. And there's something strapped to her other thigh that is not a gun. The chaos resolves. Cian has two men on the ground. Ronan has the third. Marco's people have the service entrance man zip-tied before he can blink twice. The room is breathing again in that shell-shocked way that comes after something violent and brief — the specific silence of I’ve hundred people who are all realizing at the same moment that what they just witnessed was real. Seraphina lowers the gun. Smoothly. Like she's been holding guns in