Novel & Cerita Bloodstained Bloodless

My knuckles were pale beneath the sticky sheen of blood that wasn’t mine. Zach stood in the middle of the carnage, his chest rising and falling, each breath labored but steady. There was blood on him that is not his, not this time, it's splattered across his shirt, painting over the tattoos that marked him. I traced them instinctively with my eyes, the ones I used to follow with my fingertips in quiet, fragile hours when the world outside our bed didn’t exist. Now they were obscured, swallowed by the stains of violence.

Blood stained the dirt as the battle raged on, the scent of fear and violence filling the night air. The scent of fear and violence filled the air, mingling with the metallic stench of blood. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched in a mix of horror and relief as Azriel swiftly dispatched the remaining two vampires. The lifeless bodies lay strewn across the ground, a grim to the battle that had just unfolded.

Bloodshed. ***

The thick curtains soaking up the sunlight. "Am I bothering you?" He asked, arching an eyebrow. His ivory teeth were stained red. I could barely stop myself from shuddering, "Yeah, it is bothering me." "Would it bother you less if I said it wasn't human?" "It's not?" I inhaled deeply realizing it didn't have the same notes human blood would but it didn't smell like animal blood either. What type of freaky ass blood was this guy into drinking? "Nope," he tipped the rest of the blood back, slamming the crystal class on the table in front of him. Julian ran his tongue over his teeth, leaving behind a sparkling white surface that was no longer stained with sticky blood.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

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.

Each had on a hand-stitched gown of the finest quality made by demons. Arisa's was a long flowing gown which shimmered in the light. The colors of her gown were red and purple. Red signified that she was a blood partner while purple signified royalty, meaning she was MY blood partner. Liz's dress was nice and puffy, at her request, and had the colors purple and white. Purple, she was now a Dark Princess, and white signified purity, AKA, she's single.

There is blood running down the pathways of the forest, staining the leaves. Then everything goes dead.