Bloodstained Best Familiar Novels & Stories

Her blood was not entirely human anymore. I don't know what exactly has changed though. It is not poison, nor is it demon blood, so what is it? Could it be... angel blood? No, I have only smelled it once but the scent was different. So what... I can't figure it out with just the smell, but if I taste it-.

Broken. Bloody. But finally, undeniably, a family.

I dipped a single finger into the crystal-clear stream and brought it to my nose. The coppery, rotten stench of blood hit me like a fist. Not old blood. Fresh. Metallic and sweetly foul. I gagged, twisting away, spitting nothing but bile. My heart hammered against my ribs. I scrambled back onto dry ground, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. It was a creek of blood. Perfectly transparent, perfectly still blood. I ripped a handful of ferns and scrubbed my foot and hand raw, the green juice doing nothing to erase the phantom slickness. The urge to bolt back to the fake safety of the beach was overwhelming.

I gripped my hands to hard they hurt, my nails digging into my skin, I could smell the blood in the air, and from the way Alex furrowed his brows he probably could as well. He held my hand softly slowly unfurling it, his eyes filled with confusion, “You’re hurt? How” I gave no answer, my smile never left my face, this wasn’t a dream… I’m not alone. he came back. He gently washed away the blood in the stream watching it as it quickly healed itself.

My blurred vision was making me heave so I close my eyes and crawl in the direction I think it is. I feel the cold tile floor of the bathroom on my hands and flop forwards embracing it's coolness on my body. My throat started to burn again like she was clawing at me from the inside tearing her way up. I grit my teeth and grip onto the bath tub pulling myself up. I fall into the tub in a huge splash sending water everywhere. I drink at the blood stained water greedily trying to soothe my thirst. The cold water does little to soothe the burning like earlier and my breathing picks up as I pant through my mouth.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

My fists flew into a nearby tree of their own accord, trying to beat away the suffering within me. I heard something inside gasp in fear, I stopped the beating as the shock lanced me. My fist still hung in the air, blood dripping from my open knuckles. I sniffed, the scent was so similar to the forest I hadn’t picked it out before, but now I was certain it was something separate. It was similar to Hazel but decidedly less delicious. I lifted my bloody fist to the tree and knocked.

It was different from their world where the day and night differs. "It would be hard for Steve and his family to roam about now. He dare not come out when it's sunny" "You also realize that we can't change when it's day, Alpha" "I know. It would be possible when we've found the lost blood" Elon smirked. His omega, Dean, stared at him with a confused expression. "Lost blood? Where are we going to find that?"

She skims through the dusty, yellow papers while I observe her Rin silence. When she finds the page she was searching for she gestures for me to come over. “I think she was attacked by one of the Band of Blood. They are known for having received gifts from the Sun God himself. If I am correct the fog still festers in her blood. You marking her didn’t exactly help, it weakened her already fragile state. We need to clean her blood thoroughly, until there is nothing left of the fog.” She says.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc