Novel & Cerita Bloodstained Best Familiar

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.

He never realized he was blinding himself. A heavy, squelching step echoed through the cavern, accompanied by a thick, suffocating aura of raw, unadulterated malice. The Leader of the Blood-born stepped out of the shadows. The entity was a towering nightmare—a creature so deeply corrupted by the dark primordial ooze that its original line was completely unrecognizable. Its flesh was a shifting mass of translucent, charcoal-grey muscle, and its eyes were hollow sockets burning with a volatile, liquid crimson light. Black, corrosive saliva dripped from its jagged maw, sizzling against the stone floor. It stared down at Malakai’s shriveled form with a mixture of animalistic hunger and deep, imp

I stayed under the covers for as long as I could, my skin still smelling faintly of his sandalwood soap and the musky, salt-sweet scent of our shared climax. I had never felt more like a stranger in my own skin. "Lisa? Sweetie, are you up? Breakfast is getting cold!" My mother’s voice drifted up the stairs, cheerful and oblivious. It sliced through the hazy memory of Laredo’s hands on my hips, making me flinch. I forced myself out of bed, my legs trembling slightly as I stood. When I looked in the vanity mirror, I saw the evidence: a small, darkening bruise just above my collarbone where he had bitten me in the height of his release.

The night was quiet, but the air held a strange charge—as if the stars were holding their breath. Ava sat beside Achi, her eyes fixed on the wound stretching across his side. Crimson soaked through the bandages Marcus had wrapped, and despite his hybrid blood, the injury hadn’t closed. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, gently brushing the edge of the cloth. “Where did you get this?” she asked, her voice low, uncertain. Achi didn’t flinch. “I fought with the beasts,” he said. “Their blades weren’t ordinary. They cut deeper… like they were made to remember.”

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

Lucius and his friends tried to resist, but they were powerless against the strength of the Royal Guards. Alex was horrified to see what happened next. Lucius and his friends were led into a dark and dank room. They were seated on an iron chair covered with wires and needles. Their hands and feet were chained so that they could not move. Then they were made to drink a red liquid that smelt of fish. Somehow this seemed to relate to what Alex had read in Damian's book, so no matter where the belief came from, Alex was sure that the drink given to Lucius and his friends was vampire blood.