Bloodstained Best Familiar Novels & Stories

A memory of how she looked while she still lives with her father flashed in her mind, now, she looked prettier and healthier. She smiled but it faded all of a sudden, images of people mangled and lying. Pictures of the world entirely drenched in red. Bloodstained ruins , bloodied people, bloody mountain of corpse, bloodstained land. Even the skies and clouds were dyed in a frighteningly dense shade of blood. The bloodstained ruins were the halls of a castle, the bloodied corpses were made up of the pack members; some that she was familiar with and others that she has never met. The pool of blood flowed like a river.

Two roars filled the night, and the bloody moon shone brightly. Tak. Tak. Tak. On the floor, Max’s blood tainted the beautiful white dress. And I am sure my dress would be crimson red before the end of this battle.

“That's true. Now let's get you rinsed.” I'm offering to wash his knuckles off the proof of fight, there is a big old baby behind his tough form and he revealed it today. I turned on the tap, he let me pull his hands to the running water. The water mixed with the blood on his hands was a stain on the white porcelain sink. The more water touched his knuckles, the clearer the water became. The blood stains was gone, I looked at his knuckles where the blood had gathered the most, “No cut?” I asked, avoiding glancing at him.

I try to say something, but before I can speak I start coughing and Victor helps me, I bend over as blood comes out with each cough. After several times feeling this pressure in my chest and getting weaker each time, I then taste rotten meat and make a greater effort and soon a ball of muscle, blood and hair comes out of me and falls to the ground. "Fuck!" I hear Ishtar's voice. "Some Necromancer has Soren's blood!" As soon as this grotesque thing comes out of me, I can feel Strïth coming back, and his anger is palpable. Then, before I can say anything, I see Ghost start to bend over, bringing his hand to the middle of his chest, the smell of his blood spreading as it starts to drip from his

Damien uttered staring at his naked body, stained with blood. We rushed into a store with speed, that startled the Saleswoman. We picked a few clothes as we got into the bathroom, I washed off the blood stains on my body and some sticky flesh. I was almost done when we both gasped as we heard footsteps approaching. "Who's there"

The light came through the gaps in the roof in long dusty beams and the air was thick with the smell of old hay and a sharper darker smell underneath and my stomach turned when I recognized it. The blood stain was still there. In the center of the floor where the dirt was darker than the dirt around it, a patch maybe three feet wide where the blood had soaked in and dried and become part of the ground. My blood. His blood. The blood that had come out of me in the dark while my body fought and lost and the rain hit the roof and no one came. I knelt beside it. My knees pressed into the dirt and my hands rested on my thighs and I looked at the stain and breathed and the memories came back in pi

The last thing she heard was a smooth familiar voice yell; “Enough! She’s staying." data-p-id=7e9013ab2d2276816a3fc59976f040a9,Blood. More blood. Screaming. Blood. Screaming. Pain. Ghoul. Blood. Mum. Dad. Flesh. Human flesh. Blood. Ghoul. Pain. Dead. Both dead. Blood. Ghoul . . . Blaise.

The common room, where we had lots of fun times as a family, was now a bloody battleground. I could hear shouts and screams echoing off the walls as Fausto dragged us closer, my stomach churning at the sight of bodies strewn across the floor. It was a bloodbath, a scene straight out of a nightmare, and I felt bile rising in my throat at the sheer brutality of it all. "Look what I found..." Fausto said before flinging both of us onto the ground.

Something sharp burst through my skin. The security device that attached to the school windows turned on an ear-splitting alarm. I propped myself up and pulled a big shard of glass out of my bleeding arm. Red hot blood started flowing angrily from my gash. I winced, not to the pain but the smell of my own blood. It had a surprisingly sweet, maddening scent I never thought was possible. For a moment, I just wanted to feed on myself, and that was a disgusting thought. A second later, my long deep cut patched itself up and the skin surface finally morphed and healed back to normal. No more bleeding, not even a scar. I blinked with astonishment.

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.