Bloodstained Bloodless Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

The dagger clattered to the floor. The other men in the room were too stunned to react immediately. They just stared at Kaelen, who was now groaning like he’d been gutted. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ DARIUS ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♤ Blood. It was everywhere. Coating my hands, my clothes, probably even my damn eyelashes. But they weren’t mine. My skin was smeared with it from the bodies I’d left behind.

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

Blood seeped from her wound, staining the floor a vivid scarlet, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. My world shattered. I dropped to my knees, my arms enveloping Zyra's fragile form, her lifeblood seeping through my fingers. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, intermingling with the raw scent of fear and despair. It was a scene etched into my memory, a portrait of helplessness and fractured bonds.

Also, Yvonne would start calling it unhealthy or how psychopathic it is for Giselle to want nothing but to study 24/7. Though, one would never know that the real reason why Giselle looks like a moving corpse is because of the spectacle that happened last night. The scene of the incident decided to rewind itself in her messy head, preventing her from having a peaceful study, or a good night's rest. She place the toothpaste down harshly and brushed her teeth while, at the same time, groaning out loud, "that- bloody Darius- curse him!"

As they crossed the threshold into the dimly lit bedroom, their eyes widened in shared horror. There, on the edge of the bed, sat Ana—Eloise’s mother her frail frame hunched forward. A steady trickle of blood dripped from her nose onto the faded floral quilt below. But this was no ordinary blood. Instead of the familiar bright crimson, it flowed thick and viscous, an unnatural obsidian black that caught the lamplight with an oily sheen. The metallic stench of rust and decay hung heavy in the air, sharp enough to sting the nostrils and turn the stomach. Each droplet fell with a soft, sickening patter, staining the fabric in dark, spreading blossoms.

The Blood Moon didn’t just light up the world; it stained it. A deep, rusty red filtered through the cracks in the mountain refuge, turning familiar faces into scary masks and colouring the stone floors like old blood. There was no real dawn, just a shift from dark shadows to bloody half-light.

Jaxon The scent of blood clung to the air. I stood at the edge of the clearing, my boots rooted in crimson-stained petals, roses crushed underfoot, the sweet scent tainted with the thick, metallic smell of blood. The festival grounds had emptied in chaos after the scream, but I remained, staring down at the body lying unnaturally still beneath the ornate lights and decorations.

Blood is spilled on the once pure ground, coloring it scarlet. I know this dream. I had seen this so many times. The only difference is that it is real and not a dream anymore and I can see this brutality with my own bare eyes. And can smell the hard scent of blood in the air which makes me gagged. Sea of people wearing the black and blue cloaks are mercilessly snatching the soul out of their opponents not carrying whose life it is. Their pupils are black as their magic is. Another blood-curdling scream boomed out, this time it's from the sky. Where creatures with big white wings are fighting against black wings. They have their bodies wrapped in metal armors and their horrific swords in the

As she finally comprehends what I´m about to do, my mom smiles gratefully at me. “Thank you...” I drive my claws into her chest, ripping her heart out. My mother dies instantly. I howl out in pain. I did what I was compelled to do, yet it´s still painful. I gather my mother in my arms, pulling her closer towards me. My mother is gone. I can´t breathe. I can´t move. Why does it have to be this way? “What a shame. I was really hoping to witness what happens when a blood oath is unfulfilled. Oh, well.” Stella smiles at me.