Bloodshot Dc Novels & Stories

A brutal, blood-curdling scream of pure agony tore out of Duncan’s throat. The moment the solid silver pressed into his flesh, a terrifying chemical reaction occurred. The silver burned through his clothes and skin, sending a wave of toxic, paralyzing poison directly into his bloodstream. His advanced healing factor instantly shut down. The white light in his silver-grey eyes flickered violently before going completely dark.

"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.

The blood seemed to trigger them as their bloodshot eyes bulged even more. Dan and Gold Tooth were terrified. They dared not look into their bloody eyes.

Matrix’s POV The wardline pulsed behind me, low and steady, like a second heartbeat I didn’t want. I spat blood into the gorse and watched it bead bright in the rain before the mud swallowed it. Shoulder burned, thigh leaking, nose broken. Every breath whistled. Silver’s blade had kissed deep enough to hum. I’d bled across three continents for less cause, but she always made it personal.

The chain reaction of gunshots and screams was instant. James suddenly clutched his head, groaning in pain. "My head... it hurts so bad..." His eyes began to turn bloodshot. The same dark red veins appeared on his neck. "Another one!" Linda shrieked. "James is infected too!" "Infected? How?" Marcus shook his head frantically. "No one was bitten!" BANG! BANG! More gunshots. In the panic, everyone was firing. Bullets ricocheted around the room. Screams and gunfire blended into a symphony from hell.

Giving small whimpers and yelping to warn her to slow down the small pup glanced back at me and her eyes widened in horror. Turning my head back I lowered myself as my hackles raised at the red-eyed asshole balancing himself on a tree branch above us. “Why isn't he giving off a scent?!” I questioned Stormy. “He is a highborn bloodsucker and that is one of his gifts,” she snarled bitterly as I backed up blocking Sasha. Seeing the glint of metal and then hearing the cock of the gun he held I blocked Sasha. Feeling static electricity growing in the atmosphere I quickly turned to see Sasha glowing completely and shook my head at her right before she burst into a bright supernova knocking me back

Blood smeared the floor beneath her boots. The moment her blood touched the glowing symbols, the chamber reacted. The red lines flared brighter. The constructs hesitated. Bella froze, chest heaving. “What did I” The pressure inside her snapped tight, then shifted. Not violently. Deliberately. The constructs backed away. Slowly. Uneasily. Bella straightened, heart pounding. She looked down at the blood on her hands, then at the wolves retreating from her. “That’s new,” she whispered. The chamber hummed, a deep vibration running through the stone.

Toby wanted a fortress; Julian wanted a financial war; I wanted to preserve the soul of the home I had built. “You’re being naïve, Lisa!” Toby shouted, the frustration finally boiling over. “They sent your tooth. They’re telling you they’ve had their hands on you since you were six years old. You think your ‘light’ is going to stop men who trade in children’s bones?” “And you think a gun is going to stop a bank?” Julian countered, his voice a sharp, icy edge. “They’ve frozen the foundation. They’re cutting off the oxygen. If I can’t move the money, the security team walks. The ‘dead zone’ vanishes.”

Pushing open the door, the sight before him baffled him— ‘…’ “ Holy Shit.” *** Earlier, in the secret room, Lynette lay there, face down and unconscious. A tiny red line, like blood, circled around her, binding her to the coffin, as if joined by a mysterious red thread. The tiny red blood lines split into two, two split into three, three into four, and it kept going on and on like a web, covering Lynette and the coffin entirely with its threads, as if a ritual were being carried out. the coffin rose from where it had rested, lifting into the air into a standing position.

She propped him up on a chair and rushed to the bathroom to get a bowl of water and napkin to clean his wounds and the blood all over his face. Kimmy had to remove his shirt in order to clean the wound,she was shocked by what she saw. his body was covered with a lot of tattoo drawings and the one that stood out the most was the tattoo of a dragon on his neck. She got back to clean his injuries and tied a piece of clothe on his arm to stop the bleeding from the gunshot.