Novel & Cerita Bloodstained Best Familiar

“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

As I walk closer to it , a feeling inside me stirs – a disturbed feeling that is even new and disturbing to a soldier. On the fountains edge , I see a mini battlefield – the fountains edge was covered with dried blood. It looks as if a sacrifice was made and the stains of blood was left over as the person was to lazy to clean after themselves. The closer I got to the fountain , the more thinks I discovered. I noticed that the once clear water , was now a pink and deepish red colour – blood has been spilt into the water and it has been mixed. However , I watch as the water becomes more crimson as time passes.

I twisted sideways and slammed my elbow into his jaw. The crack echoed loudly. He staggered, disoriented. I didn’t hesitate. My sword plunged straight through his side and he dropped instantly. For a moment I scanned the battlefield, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Then the scent hit me. Familiar. Rotten. My jaw clenched. “The Bloodfangs,” I muttered under my breath. Of course. The bastards had come visiting again. A loud snarl erupted nearby. I turned just in time to see one of the invaders shifting mid-fight.

Dad was not there with the police, the council meeting is more important. I’ve seen the families of the victims crying and cursing at the media. Although there were a lot of people, she always stands out among them. It was only a short distance away that I knew he was there. She always smells like fresh water from the ocean, that’s how her blood smells. To tell you, strong human bloods have different smells. They go with the smell of the ocean, then different kinds of flowers. Vampires believe that the blood with the smell of the ocean is the most delicious.