Novel & Cerita Bloodshot Dc

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.

He winked and I snapped my head around to see if someone else was in the room. My expression must defined shock as I squeaked, “No, I didn’t miss you!” He chuckled as I shook my head and composed myself. “How is your neck though? You had a pretty nasty gash there.” My hand automatically went there and it was like that horrid vampire didn’t touch it. No scars at all. I nodded, “It healed well. I don’t think I thanked you for giving me your blood but now that I think of it, I don’t have to thank you since I’ll be paying you back for it.”

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.

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.

Up ahead, a sign glowed faint in the dark: Free Clinic. Maybe it was luck, or maybe even mercy. But right now,I didn’t care which it was. I turned in hard, tires screeching against the asphalt and the bike slid to a stop, engine growling. I stumbled off, boots hitting the ground. Light spilled from the doorway as I banged on the door, my breath shallow. It opened. A tall, lean,man opened the door for me. For a second, I thought I’d imagined him but he looked at me, then at the blood running down my arm and screamed. “Jesus, you’re…”

“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.

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.

The gun barked, a single deafening shot. Bianca jerked back, hand flying to her chest where blood bloomed like a crimson flower. A silver bullet. She gasped, staggering against the wall, claws extending as she scratched at the wound, as if she could dig out the poison before it spread. Silver… lethal to wolves, burning through veins like acid, shutting down organs one by one. Only I and my mates were resistant, thanks to my Lynix blood. Bianca wasn’t. She slid down the wall, eyes wide with shock, breath coming in wet rattles.