Bloodstained Bloodless Novels & Stories

my wife wondered as she looked around the castle from the glass French door. "There wasn't much difference between them because both were dangerous and fed on blood. However, Deathly Blood was one of the types of blood manipulation. The first type was known as Blood Weapon; this style of blood manipulation allowed you to change your blood into any dangerous armament, including knives, guns, and grenades. They were more lethal than regular weaponry. The second variety was Bloody Saint, which included complex blood manipulation but was a powerful sort of blood healing. It was like an elixir, and the final one was Deathly Blood. It was a type that was not only difficult to learn but also diffic

He held the dagger up to Ruben and Ruben stepped forward taking Batton’s other wrist and slashing it open as well. Kat gasped in a breath as Ruben stood side on to Batton and raised his hand, igniting Blood Reign and Batton’s blood started to glow, lifting up from the ground and, like dust particles in the sunlight, drifted up in small filaments and disappearing. Batton grimaced and a pained strangled noise escaped him as the Blood Reign started to pull the blood from his open veins, draining him completely. “You’ll kill him…” Kat breathed, watching with a morbid fascination.

Still full of fire. She flinched, and her whole body tensed. She breathed, trying to keep her voice steady, "Riven.... stabbed." Fin's eyes snapped to her abdomen where her hand was. The blood coming out was red... not silver. Jax looked down. His expression went slack. "Shit." In a matter of seconds, the red blood had turned black like ink. The light from the spring recoiled from it, twisting away like it knew the wound wasn't right.

The Blood-Rain was not a metaphor. It was a physical corruption, a heavy, metallic downpour that stained the world a deep, visceral crimson. As the ten thousand newly awakened Hallowed warriors marched out of the Silver Mines, the sky seemed to be hemorrhaging. Each drop that landed on the skin felt like a needle-prick of sorrow, a cold, cloying reminder of the lives Selene had sacrificed to fuel her ascension.

In less than a minute, the place was crowded with employees of the company; some of them were trying to help the dead man, while others were trying to figure out the cost of his death. "How can this be possible? He has lost a lot of blood; there is literally no blood in his body, but there isn’t any blood on the floor. Only the bloodstains on his shirt are an evidentiary sign of blood. How can his shirt absorb so much blood?" a security guard said. Mr. Abel's body was moved to the floor by security personnel.

both men said in unison but when Raymond tried to run over to her, Joshua pulled him back stamping the gun back to his head "What did you do to her?" asked a fuming Raymond, Joshua still trying to digest what he was looking at. The white top she wore was covered in blood, ripped here and there. She hung in the air, hand tied over her head, lips chapped and blood covering the most of her face. She was a mess,a painful mess. His eyes met hers when she lifted her gaze, and he couldn't help notice the shock in her eyes

The students swore they would swipe until the credit limit was hit, and when they tried to do it, the reader came out with a warning. "Insufficient balance. Try again!" Queenie, however, transferred millions of dollars right away and promised to cover all the impoverished students' expenses. That made me look like a vain woman who tried to act bigger than she was. Queenie, on the other hand, was the beautiful and kind heiress. Now I was trying to figure out how to deal with this matter, when my boyfriend, Harold Grayson, came rushing out.

Claire ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Blood... Blood stained my hands... Vincenzo's blood... I stared at the crimson stains, a sickening reminder of the violence I had unleashed. The weight of guilt pressed down on me, suffocating and relentless. I never intended for things to escalate like this. My plan had spiraled out of control, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

"Am sorry, I thought you must be tired, I didn't want to disturb you" "It's okay, make sure to wake me up next time or run to me when you seek comfort," Damien told her and She smiled, answering with an mn but suddenly, She felt something wet and warm beneath her hand. Confused, She opened her eyes and stared at her palm, her eyes went wide as She saw it was covered in blood. "You are bleeding!" She immediately voiced out without thinking, putting out from his embrace. Damien's eyes went to his arm, to find his shirt soaked in his blood. "Shit!" He cursed, immediately getting out of bed and running towards the bathroom.

He sees the dried, dark red bloodstains on my light-colored dress. His tall frame shudders, and his eyes instantly turn bloodshot.