Bloodstained Best Familiar Novels & Stories

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

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.

*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.