Novel & Cerita Bloodshot Dc

Several warriors were thrown backward. One witch nearly lost consciousness. The monster lunged. Fast. Far faster than something its size should have been capable of. A vampire warrior barely avoided losing his head. The battle began instantly. --- Lucien moved first. Dark energy exploded from his body. The king struck the creature with enough force to shatter stone. The monster crashed through several pillars. Yet it immediately stood again. Unharmed. The sight shocked everyone. Very few beings could survive an attack from the First Blood. This creature had done so effortlessly.

"Nobody touches you." Blood stained the hardwood floor of the office, spreading outward in a dark pool. Damon slumped against the overturned desk, his face turning pale as he clutched his right shoulder. A heavy, crimson stain was rapidly soaking through his white shirt, covering his fingers and dripping down onto the carpet. He was still conscious, but his breathing was shallow, and he was losing blood fast. "Damon! Oh, God, Damon!" I screamed, a blood-curdling sound tearing straight out of my chest.

"Edward made me read the Vampire Chronicles of Blood Types when I was a boy. It's important for vampires to know what we're drinking; just because we need blood to survive, it doesn't mean that some people's blood can't kill us." "Which is why you have Amber," I said slowly. It was all coming together now. Darick nodded. "Yes. Amber's gift is blood purification; her body can cleanse toxic blood." He continued dabbing the cotton ball against my skin. "Wow, this is unbelievable…” I muttered. "Shit,” Darick huffed under his breath as he continued dabbing my wound. And just like that, all of my senses were alerted. "What? What is it? Am I dying?"

The scent of her blood was making him loose control of his senses enough and he knew himself. This blood was going to control him from no on.. He couldn't tell just why yet but it was going to. And if he were unable to keep her by his side, he would have to live with he fact that he would keep living his manor this way anytime he were to perceive the scent of her blood. "What are you doing here?" Damian said coldly on walking towards where he stood, keeping a few centimeters difference between them. His were-soldiers gathered, and a gamma who was higher than the other soldiers stood beside him, awaiting his orders on what to do to the unarmed man.

At least reduce the pain that is still left. Next, my arm was injured from the gunshot. Even though it was only scratched, the blood that came out was enough that the clothes I was wearing absorbed the blood. I took off my shirt and tried to look directly at the wound. Frey who saw me looked regretful. She clenched her fists tightly as she bit her lower lip. I quickly moved closer to Frey. I touched her cheek and moved closer to Frey's lips. "Don't bite your lip, you'll only get hurt."

Diana turned with a sharp look, "You shouldn't be playing with humans!!" Dominic just let go of his hand. Making the blood from Diana's hands immediately flow, making the clean white blanket get tainted. However, Diana didn't care, she looked at Dominic with anger.

That this flight wasn’t some nightmare too vivid to be real. This wound was real. Dreams didn’t put holes through a person’s thigh. She let her head fall back against the tree and stared up at the canopy. November’s stripped branches carved jagged silhouettes against a sky suspended between black and blue—the exact shade of someone caught at a crossroads. Her consciousness had started going cotton. Light, fraying at the edges—textbook blood loss, recalled from a first aid class she’d spent critiquing the city’s ambulance GPS routing. But enough logic remained to tell her one thing: stop moving.

“Ku ku ku, who are you kidding half-blood? Your most recent imprisonment lasted for—“ Maxill threw a heavy punch to his face. It was the smart bloodhunt’s tactic to get him talking. While the bloodeye was at it, Maxill used this opportunity to locate Dreon the Bloodeye. Dreon was standing in one of a not so steep branch. When Maxill pummeled his face, he came hurling straight to the ground. It had quite a strong impact that smoky dust flew off in all directions as Dreon hit the ground. ‘Too bad. It has no wolfbane where he landed.’ Maxill was smirking as he amused himself with this thought. Dreon tried to stand up, but Maxill’s heavy blow micro-fractured his bones and hemorrhaged his innards

“You’ve messed with us enough! Look at that building—it’s burning because of your sick games!” Silas glanced at the smoke rising over the Plaza. “You can always build a new building, Dante. Bloodlines last forever.” Before June could answer, a tiny red dot appeared on Silas’s chest, skittering up his suit toward his neck. “Down!” Raven barked. She didn’t wait—she tackled June and Leo to the muddy grass. Phew! A bullet sliced the air, silent and fast. It smashed into the silver head of Silas’s cane, sent it flying. Silas dropped to his knees.

One footstep seemed to drag as if the owner was hurt. Slowly, the door opened. Dante walked in, Maddox behind him. Dante had a deep cut on his arm. Blood ran from the wound, falling in dime-sized drops at his feet. His flesh and bone were exposed. Dante stopped and looked around the room. His eyes met mine and he smiled.