Bloodshot Dc Novels & Stories

The storage room was dark. The hallway light poured in from behind Derrick, illuminating a large stain of dark red across the floor. It stretched from the doorway where he stood all the way to the corner of the room. I was slumped against the wall with my head tilted slightly to one side. A dried wound cut across my temple. The area around it had swollen into a massive purple bruise, so swollen that one of my eyes was nearly unrecognizable. Blood from my nose had run past my lips and chin, smearing across my cheeks and ears.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

My head snaps towards the precious little voice of my perfect little lady, a huge grin spreads across my face “Noooooooooooooo!” ‘BANG!’ Drakes scream lingers on as the bullet hits my stomach, the force flinging me back, i fall with a crash, drake jumping on me to save me from the bullet but it was a moment to late. I felt a warm gush of blood flow from my stomach as ben roars, taking the machine gun he shoots down whoever shot me, drake pulls away, tears streaming down his face “No no no nooooo” He cries, i gasp trying to catch my breath, drake shakes his head, his heart breaking as he screams, grabbing his shirt he rips it of his back and he holds the shirt against my wound

~Duncan POV The first shot rang out like a jagged crack of thunder. My heart lurched, my wolf flared, and my body moved before my mind even processed what was happening. Iris. My mate. My anchor. She was in the line of fire. I lunged. Every instinct screamed to protect her, to shield her from the storm that had finally reached us. The bullet hit me square in the chest. Pain exploded, white-hot and searing, but I didn’t even have time to react beyond the sheer, primal need to hold her safe. My robes darkened almost instantly with my blood, but I barely noticed. My world had shrunk to her, trembling, eyes wide, hands clamping onto my forearms as if she could anchor herself through sheer force

The second shot went into the vampire's shoulder. - Vecchio schifoso! * - the Ancient Vampire says in a displeased tone, he makes a small gesture with his fingers and Duk instantly flies away with a dull sound, hitting the columns. Brook-ta-man, rubbing his neck, rises quickly, drawing his pistol. He unloads the entire clip at Lord Ascadal. The ancient vampire rises to his full height, wounds from shot and bullets begin to heal quickly. A small shiver ran through Brook-ta-man's body, Ascadal's regeneration rate clearly surprised the vampire. Bullets fired straight into Ascadal's heart with a booming sound fell to the floor of the Shadowf's citadel. Brook-ta-man began to back slowly towards t

Suffice to say, he was one of the best in the whole of Washington DC and even in the whole country. A tall man with light freckles on his cheek, graying hair and deep set eyes that barely missed nothing. He was currently perusing on the file that was sent to him earlier on. Looking at all the cases that was meted out to his client, the great Brooks davies concluded that this was going to be a very fierce battle. Though the body of the victim was not present, the prosecution team still found a way to bring in incriminating evidence that could destroy Freddie within minutes. Now, it was up to Brooks to counter those allegations or else his client will be destroyed.

A lump formed in my throat as I recalled the letter that’d taken over my laptop screen after I typed in the blood code. ‘Dear Saratan Credi, congratulations. You have been chosen to serve your masters as a blood vessel. Please be at the attached address before midnight tonight. Further instructions will be sent to you.’ Don’t give me that look. That look you give white lead girls in horror stories when they go towards danger instead of running or calling the cops. I’m not foolish either, I left a note on my desk, with the address on it. If anything bad happened, at least Kira would know where to start her investigation.

Shadow opened his eyes slightly and smiled up at the Zombie bitch. “Scarlett is it really you?” he asked, wheezing. Yea it’s me, I don’t know what is happening, but I need to help you now.” She said, and he nodded, closing his eyes. The zombie bitch bit into her wrist and placed her wrist in his mouth and he latched on, sucking greedily. All of a sudden, he began to choke, and even more blood was coming out of his mouth than before. ‘What the hell Hawk, what’s happening, why is he not healing?” I asked immediately, putting his head back on my lap, pulling him, so he is on his side. “I don’t know it should have worked. Maybe it’s because she is a vampire as well. Her blood may be poisonous, b

Before they could look back at him, he approached like lightning and in a swift, forceful motion, smacked Bloodshot eyes with the spiked metal bar on the face so hard, that a few of his teeth flew out of his mouth and clattered on the floor. Noah’s sudden and brutal act silenced their mocking laughter and smug expression, replacing it with an eerie quietness. Bloodshot eyes mouth coloured red, blood mixed with saliva dripping from it. The lower side of his face close to his lips, where the bar had struck, was disfigured, covered in deep, bleeding cuts from the spikes. He staggered backwards, reeling from the impact, and collided with the car’s bonnet, a pained groan escaping his disfigured l

Its teeth catch my arm instead— a brutal clamp that sinks deep into muscle and bone. White fire bursts behind my eyes. I scream through my teeth. Blood pours down my side in thick, steaming waves. But I don’t drop the shard. I jam it up into the Heart’s face—once, twice, three times—shoving it between cracked teeth, gouging at leaking eyes, sawing at the broken seams of its stitched skull. It roars, rearing back. My arm tears free, meat hanging in shredded strips. I stagger, blood loss making the world spin.