Bloodstained Best Familiar Novels & Stories

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.

Something more real. Moments after, I saw the clearing. A smile was creeping on my face, I could feel his presence so I started to call him, “Sebastian—” His name was stuck in my throat. I halted and my blood ran cold. The battlefield welcomed me. There was a sea of dead bodies. I couldn't count them. It was horrifying under the darkness of the night. However, the ground is in bright color; crimson red. An ocean of stinking blood. Mutilated corpses lied everywhere, my stomach churned at the sight. It was dark and cruel.

The water runs pink for what feels like hours. But eventually, I see that it’s clear and I assume that the blood is off of me. When I slipped in the ballroom, I hadn’t expected to wear someone’s blood for so long. It wasn’t lost on me that I washed away the last remnants of life from someone. I didn’t know who. And I think that might have been the worst part.

he pointed to me. Shaun turned to me and brushed his hands through my fur. The sensation made warmth spread over my body. “Lucy, I'm glad you came to look for me, but you need to leave now—” “Ahhhhhhhh!” The guard before us screamed. Liquid splashed into the air, spraying Shaun and I. The smell of blood instantly filled the air, clouding my senses. My whole body froze, and in that moment I was transported back to Bloodbath on the day that my whole family was killed. The smell still remained with me, and haunted me on some nights.

Not when he doesn’t even know who I am. I walked straight into my room and shut the door behind me, leaning against it as if I needed its support. My strength gave in and I slipped on the floor . My eyes closed , knees bend and heads buried in my knees .Tears streaming down. And for a brief moment ,everything I had buried made its way back. Memories started flashing back . His voice. His familiar touch. This familiarity is not only dangerous but also suffocating me .I lifted my head and pressed my palm against my forehead, trying to steady myself.

*Starblood Pack — Dungeon, Late Night* The Starblood dungeons smelled of rust. Water dripped steadily from somewhere deep in the tunnels, each drop echoing like a countdown in Lesley’s ears. Moonlight from the narrow slit of a window pooled faintly on the floor, a thin silver blade that mocked her captivity.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

The Blood Moon didn’t just light up the world; it stained it. A deep, rusty red filtered through the cracks in the mountain refuge, turning familiar faces into scary masks and colouring the stone floors like old blood. There was no real dawn, just a shift from dark shadows to bloody half-light.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Everything about him is precise, controlled, perfect. Something’s wrong. I crouch down, my fingers brushing the fabric, finding it stiff in places. When I lift it, straightening on my feet, sunlight catches on a clean slice through the shoulder. But it’s the blood that makes my breath catch—dark brown stains spread across the white cotton like a Rorschach test of violence. I’ve never seen him bleed before…