Bloodstained Bloodless Novels & Stories

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.

If Jasmine gets worse, I'll never let you off the hook. The doctor looked unsure for a moment. A nurse hurried over and said, "The patient's in critical condition. Do we have any blood left?" Without further hesitation, the doctor started the disinfection process on my arm. Will's grip was unyielding, and I could only watch helplessly as my strength slipped away. "How much blood does the patient still need?" The doctor, noticing my ghostly complexion, turned to the nurse. She whispered, "We're 600cc short. I'll try to find more..."

He has one fist on the ground and he is fighting it with everything he has, with the specific absolute unwillingness to yield of a man who was taught before he was old enough to question it that yielding and failing are the same word. He is losing that argument with his own body. His fist is shaking against the ground. He looks up when I reach him. His eyes find me. He has never seen my wolf. He has never seen the Moonblood. The silver light that is coming from somewhere inside my chest and moving outward through my fur, through the air between us, through the cold of the clearing that suddenly feels less cold than it did a moment ago. He looks at me with an expression I have never seen on h

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.

Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

Everything about him is precise, controlled, perfect. Something’s wrong. I crouch down, my fingers brushing the fabric, finding it stiff in places. When I lift it, straightening on my feet, sunlight catches on a clean slice through the shoulder. But it’s the blood that makes my breath catch—dark brown stains spread across the white cotton like a Rorschach test of violence. I’ve never seen him bleed before…

Although physically clean, she still saw the crimson stains, still felt the warmth of the blood lingering on her flesh even though the cold water was drenching her. "Blood... I can feel it," she whispered, her voice barely audible."There's blood on my hands." she murmured, her words barely escaping her lips. Killian's brow furrowed in confusion as he observed Amara's trembling hands. There was no trace of blood on her skin. She stared at her hands, watching as the crimson stains deepened, spreading like a malevolent ink on her skin. With each passing moment, the blood seemed to seep and spread further into her skin.

I tell you, even if you succeed today, I just hate that I won't give you a happy ending. He crawled into bed again, seeing the white flesh in front of him became more and more yearning, but he still wanted to say one more sentence: - You can only sell for a few cents at most. The medicine was getting stronger and stronger, Iris began to look at the woman's body with fascination, her throat was dry, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then began to kiss her hand very gently, finally a long kiss on the face. smooth face hidden in the dark. The fiery developments took place from gentle to urgent, becoming more and more passionate between two strangers.

I picked up my sidearm. He shook his head and sighed, eyeing Drak then looked at us. “It’s fine, Drak. I’m just picking up my knife. I want to show you the color of my blood. If someone is created by black magic or infected by demons. The blood color is almost black. Okay? Let me show you.” “Slowly,” Ryden said. “While we’re here wasting time, Ren doesn’t have much to stay alive.” He showed us his knife and ran the blade against the skin on his arm.

"She was locked up...and...and they refused to give her baby back; they took him away too! She shrilled and then suddenly went numb; the hairpin faltered from her grip. Blood trickled down her legs, gliding on the floor in a straight line; soon a pool of blood gathered beside Tamina's legs. Everywhere in the room had lines and faint marks on the wall. The bedsheets on the bed were on the floor, shredded to pieces, the curtains had holes in them, and the floor had stains of dried blood. The room was now overwhelmed with the smell of blood. Tamina slowly rose to her feet. She staggered to where a big candle was lit up. The candle had been there for days; she would blow it out, but then someone