Bloodshot Lyrics Novels & Stories

The sound of the drums were awesome and it filled the room as I continued to jam. ‘They say before you start a war’ ‘You better know what you're fighting for’ ‘Well baby, you are all that I adore’ ‘If love is what you need, a soldier I will be’ ‘I’m an angel with a shotgun’ ‘Fighting til' the wars won’ ‘I don't care if heaven won't take me back’ ‘I’ll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe’ ‘Don't you know you're everything I have?’

Gutting. There's no answer in sight As his soul is stripped bare. Those blips of consciousness Catch me completely unaware. A wind through the weeds... And we all bleed. Tears stung my eyes as she hit a crescendo, let the note hang, stilling her fingers. A pain no one sees. To home, I will lead. And we all bleed. Oh, how I bleed.

shape, vein pulsating in my head. The sky had turned red. Rain fell thick and heavy—more like blood than water. Soldier cries rose and fell like waves as bodies collapsed across the battlefield. “Scarlet, stay with me.” I pleaded, watching blood pour from her side. “And why the—why aren’t you healing?” I snarled at the sky, pain tearing through me. My tears tasted of iron; the world around us kept dying. “Hey.” She reached for my hand, voice weak but urgent, pulling me back as I tried to lunge.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden. I feel it working. I also feel the cost. It is not pain exactly. It is more like weight. Like every drop of the Moonblood I send into him is something I am drawing from a reserve that is not infinite, and I have already spent so much tonight — in the shift, in the fight, in the thirty seconds of absolute clarity it took to face Lysandra and end what she was. I don't stop. I keep sending it.

My own voice came out smaller than I meant it to. "The amber," he said, still staring at the ground, his hands pressed flat against the dirt like he needed something solid to hold onto. "I saw it. When you stepped forward, when the light caught you, I saw the amber underneath your skin, in your eyes, in the air around you. I felt it before I even saw it. It's the First Blood. It has to be." Trenton's hand found mine without either of us really deciding it, his fingers wrapping tight around my own, grounding me even as the ground itself felt like it was tilting sideways beneath my feet.

“No, don’t kill me. I won’t bother you anymore. You rich people are powerful. I wouldn’t dare mess with you!” I shouted, “Don’t be fooled by her. She’s actually—” Before I could finish, a man yelled, “Do you think being rich makes you special? Does having money give you the right to bully people?” Others joined in. “Yeah, this is too much! Let’s see what she could do in broad daylight!” “What a heartless wench!” “Let’s all boycott Lincoln Enterprise and stop buying their stuff. I’m sure they’ll go bankrupt soon. Maybe they should taste some hardship for once!”

" I hit the gas and drove off. In the rearview mirror, their figures grew smaller and smaller. I turned on the music, a bright, cheerful song filling the car. Finally, the tears came. This 'fair exchange,' more than 20 years in the making, had finally come to an end. It was settled. I did not owe anyone anything anymore. My life? It was just beginning.

I pressed my gun straight at his thigh and released the first bullet. His scream rang in my ears, reverberating through the entire warehouse. I stomped another foot on the wound in the thigh — he screamed again, his face pale. His breath was ragged. "Who did you sell my fucking goods to?" I whispered fiercely, grinding my leg in the wound. He groaned, biting his lip to mask the pain. "Oh, fuck — damn you, Dimitri." He swore. “That's not the answer I want." I growled, stomping into his thigh again. His bone cracked loudly.

she said, her voice low and husky. Tory nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's do this," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. Megan smiled, her eyes shining with determination. "Let's do this," she repeated, her voice ringing out across the clearing. Together, they set off into the night, it was going to be a blood bath. As they walked, the darkness seemed to press in around them, the only sound the rustling of leaves and the distant hooting of owls. Megan's senses were on high alert, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement.