Bloodstained Best Familiar Novels & Stories

What are you saying, of course, you are my best friend I always beside you know matter what. Then he is covered in blood and I see the ground turning red and I feel drops of liquid landing on me and I look up. To my horror, I see it's raining blood staining my now trembling body. I look back at him panicked and crying while the entire world is turning red but he just shakes his head sadly crying too. -Honeybee. Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm dead. And it's all because of you. You are a killer Braze

He thrashes violently, screaming in agony as blood pours from his mutilated mouth. “I thought it best we start with that since you never knew how to use it properly,” I remark, flinging the severed tongue to the ground with a sickening splat. Circling behind him, I tear the tattered remains of his shirt from his body, exposing the expanse of his back. With meticulous precision, I carve the words “Amelia is the best in the world” into his flesh, a twisted smile stretching across my face as his blood flows freely, painting the floor a vivid crimson.

A poem dedicated to “blood and water” by Osuagwu Alexander. MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar

I straightened, breathing steady, eyes dead cold as I looked over the carnage, bodies sprawled at my feet, blood everywhere, sheets soaked, bed ruined, feathers floating like lost dreams through the air. I yanked my precious fork free with a little flourish, blood and gore clinging to the tines like the world’s worst spaghetti and wiped it lovingly on the nearest corpse’s shirt. “You did good, babe,” I muttered, giving it a little admiring twirl before letting it clatter to the floor like a retired champion. “Best investment I ever stole from those idiots.” I smoothed the ruined blanket over the bed like a bored maid on her last shift, feathers drifting everywhere and i stared at the corpses

He turned to see Max who clearly had some pained expressions. "Enzo"! Stephen signaled Max and he stormed out pulling Max along him. Zee and Saint looked at each other and turned to their food. "Wh… What happened to Max". Callum stuttered. "Nothing. He can't bear the sight of blood. Here the blood is stopped. Go wash it before the lunch gets cold. Saint, call Max and Enzo". Callum nodded and left for the ensuite washroom to wash his thumb.

Leo stood beside a form covered by a white sheet, his face ashen. "Boss..." Leo's voice trembled. "Are you sure you want to see this?" "Uncover it," Darren commanded. Leo slowly lifted the white sheet. In the next second, Darren's world completely fell apart. It was Scarlett. Even covered in blood, even lifeless, he could still recognize that face. Her eyes, once as bright as stars, were now tightly shut, never to open again. Darren's legs gave out, and he fell to his knees in the dirt.

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.