Bloodsoaked Champion Novels & Stories

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

His eyes were only looking at the files in front of him as he slowly sat on his chair and flipped through the pages of the files. Finally, as he stared at the old photograph of the man who washed up on the shore, Michael released a jagged breath and his blood ran cold. The photo of a tortured man and the memory he had long since attempted to erase and forget came into view, he felt his heart begin to sink. On the left hip of his brother's decaying body, which was lying on a table inside of a morgue, was a tiny tattoo of a red dragon that he used to like. He felt like his memories came crashing in his mind as he realized that His brother has a tattoo similar to the Mondragon empire's crest o

I silently watched her cry for three hours. I sat next to her as she angrily criticized everything that went against the spirit of E-sports. I stayed with her as she let go of the past. That afternoon, she looked at me and said, “I’ll stay with you until the day you become a world champion.” I only nodded at the time. But every time I pushed myself to the extreme, those words would pop into my mind. She had forgotten all of it. But it did not matter anymore. As I watched the two of them walk side by side toward the podium, I took out my phone and sent a message.

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.

I turned, bid my mother farewell, and departed with the bulls. The Chief Priest led me straight to the inner chamber after spelling out the rules and regulations. They all loved and admired my courage, none of them knew what I'm here for. The pain I felt when Ajonwa came on me cannot be explained." Aku narrated. "What did he do when he saw the blood?" "He licked the blood, his eyes became red and I noticed his strength went out of the way and I could not stand him anymore he left me and promised to return," Aku explained.

They say karma is a bitch.... but not many believe it neither did I until today, when my past is standing right in front of me laughing at my face, and even in this pin drop silence I could hear its laughter like ricochet piercing through my ears and hitting its core along with my subconscious which reminds me that I’m sitting here all by myself drenched in blood clueless and helpless, unable to process what just happened wondering what went wrong in my story for it to take such a drastic turn. It has always been a battle of bloodlines but who would’ve thought for it to turn into a literal bloodbath, with my hands covered in the only thing I was always running from.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

His voice, thin, from somewhere near the back of the warehouse, past a row of stacked crates that threw long shadows under the one working overhead light. She was moving before she'd fully located him, Nico close behind her, and found her brother kneeling on the concrete with both hands pressed to a wound in a stranger's abdomen, his face gray, his shirt soaked through at the knees where he'd been kneeling in someone else's blood for however many minutes it had taken her to get here. "Move," she said, already dropping beside him, and he moved, scrambling back on his heels like the word had physically pushed him, relief and terror crossing his face in the same instant.

Blood swathed every inch of the compound's flagstones and its sickening stench swirled amidst the clamor and fighting. "Urgggh!" Another Elder of the Chamber was caught, and the Macroprimate champion who defeated her tore her into two with his bare hands. The champion thundered with laughter and pounded on the skull of the dead maiden warrior, shattering open her head and inhaled her brain matter directly. "Tasty," he grinned wickedly. Every member of the Chamber who saw what happened felt themselves coursing with sudden rage and with reckless abandon, they rallied and charged again, screaming a wordless battle cry at the top of their lungs.

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.