Bloodstained Bloodless Novels & Stories

You can't be this heartless! "Heartless?" I leaned down and spoke softly in his ear. "Dad, relationships go both ways. You never gave me what you're asking for now. So, why should I?" Then, I turned and walked away. Behind me, his cries tore through the room. Twenty thousand. That was the price I paid to cut off 28 years of blood ties. Maybe it was not a great deal, but it was worth it. The day I left the hospital, the sunlight felt blinding.

With a slow, impatient motion, he lifted one hand and flicked his fingers toward the room, granting permission without a word. The maid exhaled softly, understanding at once. She stepped forward, then knelt beside his feet hanging loosely from the bed. The second maid got to work; she poured him a cup of wine before handing it over to him. The remnants of William's armor still laid scattered near the foot of the bed. Leather straps stiff with dried blood were piled carelessly beside a breastplate that had been set down without care. It smelled faintly of iron and old sweat. By the time the maid was done cleaning his feet, the bowl of water was already clouded, the water tinged a dull red.

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.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.