Bloodstained Best Familiar Novels & Stories

“Way stronger than any rogue I’d faced before.” “I know,” I whispered, barely able to catch my breath. “It’s like they weren’t even…wolves anymore.” That was when I looked down. The blood on my hands—it wasn’t red. It wasn’t the crimson I was used to, the kind that came with wounds and wars and too many years of violence. No, this was black. Thick. Oily. Like tar. Like rot. I blinked, thinking maybe I was seeing things wrong, but then I saw it on Nolan too. On Ava’s face. On Liam’s claws. On Shane and Jade. All of us. Covered in that black, putrid mess.

I could see my family's faces begin to warp in horror as a firm hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder from behind; I turned sharply, and what I saw made my stomach churn as I stared into the eyes of some distant cousin, eyes froze in shock, blood streaming down his face like blood. I screamed as I stumbled backward on something, not something, I realized as I fell backward on my father's body, still in wolven form, his black fur sticky with blood, his spine jutting out of his back. Master Damon Blood was everywhere; the crimson liquid splattered all across the marble floor like rubies on beach sand . Glass shattering around. The smell of death growing stronger. “Master Damon!" a voice jolted me

Until everything is silent again. I stagger back, chest heaving, blood soaking my shirt, my hands, my face. My best friend lies still. I don’t know who I am right now. My knuckles are shredded. My shirt is clinging wet to my back. I turn to the sink, twist the knob too hard. Cold water pours out. I shove my hands under it. The water runs red. The blood doesn’t come off. It only spreads. That’s when the door slams open again.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

Bloodstain. My stomach dropped, and I gritted my teeth against the bile rising in my throat. I dared a glance down again. A faint, dark smear stained the hem of my dress, mocking me, taunting me with its presence. Tears almost rolled down my eyes, as I knew there was no way out for me anymore. I’d be caught with this bloodstain and there was no way to wipe it off. Except for one.

The pain in my chest lessens and I decide to follow that smell. When I get to where the smell is thicker, I also smell blood.. Blood? What happened here? As I get closer, I see a figure lying there all bloody and for some reason it pains me to see her this way. I get closer and Shadows voice keeps chanting these words : "MATE!MATE!MATE!MATE!MATE!" ____________________________________ Hey

" what is the worst thing than bathing in your own mate's blood ? His wolf ryder aksd him suddenly which made him frozen as he looked at the blood marks on his body .His heart ached as he looked at the wet but still dry blood ." He took his finger and took a glimpse of her blood on his finger and looked at it, He smelt it, pleasure ran through his body as he smelt it, " That why you are scent is so addictive cara , he murmured and he then did the worst , he licked her blood "

And then we used the rope to climb down to our parents’ room and entered the room unaware of the fact that, it was actually a theatre of real life R-rated film. Madarashi entered there first followed by me. When I entered I saw, because of some reason Madarashi froze there. And soon, I found out a horrible scene! I saw my father was standing there with two daggers in his hand and our mother was lying on the ground covered in blood, cuts and bruises. This scene had two different reactions in me and Madarashi . He started to scream out loud like he had gone berserk and for me, I couldn’t even move, my senses went numb. Because of his scream, father knew that we were there. He, with a daring fa

he screamed frustration and nerves piling in on him "She...she....boss, sir Raymond called me this morning. He says his father has her locked up in the dungeon." By the time they were done with her, Julia couldn't feel her feet. She still refused to talk, and Richard just but stared at her battered up frame. She looked pale and weary, blood soaking the most of her feet. The cleaners uniform she wore was now red and blue, the white part having disappeared into the blood. Her nose oozed blood and her vision was beginning to blur out. She was a bloody mess

Damien’s voice cut through the air, his tone losing its usual cold edge. Before I could answer, a warm, thick rush of fluid soaked through the fabric of my clothes, spilling onto the light-colored rug. I looked down, my vision blurring as the unmistakable, deep crimson stain expanded rapidly. I was hemorrhaging. The sheer volume of blood was terrifying, pooling around me on the floor within seconds.