Bloodshot Dc Novels & Stories

she added, leaning closer, her presence a jagged edge in Alice’s chest. The lights flickered, and a surge of heat ripped through Alice’s veins, her hands glowing faintly, strength pulsing in her fingers. Another vision hit: Samuel under the gym lights, a ritual circle flaring, her powers erupting, blood soaking the floor as packs clashed. Her scar burned, and she stumbled, Kane’s arm catching her, his grip firm. “Stay with me,” he whispered, his crimson eyes locking hers, grounding her.

Nibbling and grazing the golden neck. "Then.. Don’t. Now that I can’t, but if I could I would love to die in your arms" . Callum said, losing himself in Stephen’s arms. The moon was at its peak. Full Blue moon like Stephen eyes that had turned red. He placed his lips on the pulsing vein before barring his teeth. Callum felt a sting and then all he could feel was a frenzy, a euphoria. He now knew why Stephen felt excited offering him his blood.

Almost like I didn't deserve it so I decided to talk a walk around the environment to see if anything had changed. I thought about the promise I made the night they cuffed me. No more blood or killing no matter what. Now that I was back, I was determined to abide by it. I wanted peace but I just didn’t know if peace wanted me back. And in a matter of minutes, I was almost convinced it didn't. Engines roared down the road loud and fast and my gut tightened. Before I could get a hang over whatever was happening, the Steel Reapers, our rival patch streamed in in a row of straight blinding lights.

“Just a flesh wound.” But when I pull his s⁠hir‍t aside, what I see makes my stomach drop, the gauze‍ w‍ra‍pped around his s‍houlder‍ is soaked th‍roug⁠h with dark, dried bl‌oo‌d‌. “Oh my God, Damian,” I whisper, horro‍r flooding me. “Have you been shot?” He grim‌a‍c‌es ag‌ain. “I’m‍ fine. Just ease up, wil‍l you?”

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

It wasn’t a regular bullet—it was a specialized dart, the kind they used to weaken zombies without killing them. The effect was immediate. Her body reacted as if all her strength had been drained at once. Her vision blurred, and her knees buckled as the drug spread through her system. She tried to steady herself, but her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. Then it happened. The serum inside her reacted. Her veins lit up beneath her skin, glowing faintly but clearly enough for everyone to see. The glow spread along her arms like thin lines of light, unnatural and impossible to ignore. A horrified voice broke the silence. “Oh my God… the doctor is turning into a zombie!” a young boy shouted, po

Blood soaked through Jax’s shirt in a dark, spreading stain as he staggered into the motel room, one hand pressed tightly against his shoulder. The sniper’s bullet had only grazed him, but the wound still bled freely, turning his fingers crimson. Elara’s heart slammed against her ribs at the sight. She rushed forward, catching him before he could collapse, her hands trembling as they met warm, sticky blood.