Bloodshot Dc Novels & Stories

One man dropped and another went down after Sergio’s return fire snapped through the hallway like thunder. Sergio looked back at her dubiously. "How come you are so comfortable with a gun and shooting people?" he asked her. Rosy shook her head uncertainly. "I don't understand it myself. My body is just responding to a command on its own." she replied and Sergio smirked. "Surely now you believe the De Luca's blood runs through your view now." "Doesn't prove anything." she muttered focusing on gaze on the men exchanging gunfire. Blood pooled across polished floors. Priceless artworks were torn to shreds. Smoke drifted toward the high ceilings like a prayer gone unanswered.

Shards of glass bit into my ankle, slicing through my skin. I didn't have time to react before Daxton appeared in front of me, faster than I could blink. His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. His eyes— Gods. They were blood-red.

The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat. Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

"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.

The bullet turned a damn faucet on. Caroline’s scream is incredibly loud in my ears. Louder than the sound of the gun. I’m not even certain the gun made any sound at all. Maybe it did. Maybe it didn’t. Everything feels muffled and sharp at the same time. I watch Duncan in silence, cold shivers rushing down my spine. His hands go to his neck. Blood. So much blood. Pouring between his fingers, spreading across his black hoodie. The only light in the room is from the bloodied flashlight and the streetlight across the road, bright enough to illuminate their faces.

His skin was charred and red, exposing muscles and bones. “The game of Alphas is over, Duncan. You lose and I win.” Duncan gritted his teeth, struggling to stand, but only got to his knees. The crimson in his blood tried to heal him, but failed miserably. The more the tissue tries to stitch, the more it burns. “You…bastard bitch. This is not the end—“ Duncan wasn’t able to finish his words before his eyes opened wide with pain, the light fading from his orbs until they became dull. His body collapsed to the floor—dead. Behind him, Maverick stood, and in his hands was Duncan’s bloody spine.

They all rush in and closed the door. One bullet hit Casandra on her leg she started bleeding seriously. They are few zombies in that building. Some are shooting them while some are stabbing them in the fore head. Those zombie couldn't attack them, they killed all the zombies in that DC. They all get tired, and Casandra was still in serious pain. The lab coach look around, trying to find something to treat Casandra with. Then someone started banging at the door, they were so surprise that who could that be? Michael said let open and see who is it.

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

It sizzled, rejecting the offering like spit on a hot spider. "Damn it!" Vida screamed, sweeping a stack of crystals off the table. They shattered on the floor. "It won't take the blood! It's locked!" "Then unlock it," Daxon growled from the fireplace. He was leaning against the mantle, nursing a tumbler of bourbon that he was refilling for the third time in an hour. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing the angry red scar of the blood rune on his chest. He looked like a man holding onto sanity by his fingernails.

Blood had soaked through Spider’s shirt, dark and frightening, dripping steadily onto the polished floor. Sarah stood a few steps away, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She had seen danger before. She had dealt with threats, betrayal, and war in boardrooms. But this—this was different. This was raw and physical and terrifyingly close. “Let me see,” Scorpion said quietly, already tugging at Spider’s shirt. Spider hissed sharply as the fabric was pulled away. Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. The blood was still pumping, seeping around the entry wound where the bullet had lodged itself inside his shoulder. It was ugly. Violent. Real in a way nothing else had been.