Bloodstained Bloodless Novels & Stories

I stutter. “Your blood.” I shake my head. “No.” “You are descending the stairs of denial again, Faye.” He sighs, throwing the blade into the table. My eyes are glued at the spot pulsing gently with black blood. It is the same I have seen with the vampires, and other creatures in Alkhemi—the dead. “No, i-it’s…” “It is black because you have died, and have been reborn through Sin,” he says. “Like every one of his creations.”

Exhausted. Desperate. Rebellion. Escape. Each word felt like a blade carving itself into my heart. I scrubbed harder and harder until every tile in the bathroom shone. When my dad came to check, he nodded in satisfaction and pulled 15 dollars from his wallet. "Not bad. Here, take it." I took the money and slipped the bills into my pocket. Back in my room, I opened my ledger and wrote in it. [Debt: 600.] [Repaid: 15.]

she asked. “Well…” Remus looked at Cassian who sucked on the treat and he looked back at her. “I don’t want to assume that you…What is the word again?” he thought, looking for the right word. “They are bloodsicles,” Cassian said and Julianne turned her head to him, thinking he said that wrong, but he said again, “They are frozen blood treats.” Julianne blinked and swallowed again. She watched them both suck on it like it was a normal popsicle. It made her wonder what kind of blood was used to make it.

my mother says standing up looking worried. "Surely that's a good thing to get it over with?" I hear Orion say but I don't take my eyes off Diana. "No. She could kill her" My mother says sounding panicked. Bonnie starts sobbing and Orion comforts her. "Diana, listen to me.... You need to push her back. Control her!" I say to her firmly. Diana's eyes fly open and glow bright ice blue and I hear my mother gasp. Her skin ripples and fur starts to push through making her entire body bleed like tiny needles pricking her.

The metallic tang of blood still lingered in the air, mixing with the faint scent of bleach as the henchmen worked tirelessly to clean the mess. Their movements were efficient, almost mechanical, but no amount of effort could erase the faint crimson stains that seeped into the cracks of the old floor.

These nobles wanted to see her making a fool of herself, right? She took the fruit knife from a plate of fruit on the table, suddenly enveloped in the fleeing sadness at the loss of her sense of taste. Mourning that fact for a split second, she shifted her attention to the knife in her hand, which was under the light, shining with a metallic luster. In a swift movement, she slit her own wrist. After that, her eyes subconsciously looked down curiously. The color of her blood... She wasn't sure about it. Her blood seemed to have turned invisible. The feeling of wetness was an indication that she still had blood. Even after it had dripped to the floor, the color remained transparent like water.

Hi readers This is my book blue blood and be sure to know what I write and what you'll all be reading is all in my imagination,it's all a fictionalized. All scenes,sword fighting skills,Powers and all are all work of my imagination if this reminds you of a scene before or a true life story it's all a coincidence. Thanks... ____________________________ In a small hut a woman groan in pain, rubbing her big tummy, she stretch her legs apart, moaning, tears and sweat mixed together on her face, her hairs pull apart but still her beautiful moonlight face shone.

The minute she is directly in front of me, I jump on her and attack first. As I stab her torso and then her head, I notice something quite strange. She doesn’t bleed red like anything else I have ever known. Instead, it is black, black like her eye sockets and her nonexistence of a soul. If I could describe it, her blood feels like it is cold and wet, but like sludge, because when I insert my knife in, it kind of sits there stuck before I am able to pull it out.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

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